Dinner Blessing

Sometimes I love to listen to the prayers of my children, not only are they heartfelt, but they are . . . individual.

For example, yesterday T was saying the blessing on the food.  Part of it went like this.

"Please help me to throw up" (W and I popped one eye open slightly and peeked at each other--I gave W my I-have-no-idea-what-he's talking-about look, with one eye closed).

Then again, "Please help me to throw up" (this time I shrugged my shoulders to W who seemed a little concerned and in my head I was thinking of budgeting in another doctor visit) but after a five second pause T continued, "my ball in the air."

I did everything I could to not laugh, but I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing and so did everyone else--T thought it was the best thing ever he'd said in his prayers.