John was saying his prayers last night, and it went something like this:
HeavenFather (Yes, it’s all one word)
Thank you for this day.
Bless us to be nice.
And not fight.
Bwess me to feel better, bwess Cole to feel better. ( I don’t know how long it’s been since either of them have been sick, but once he starts to bless people, he just keeps them in his prayers for a long time.)
Bwess Parker to feel better.
Bwess the minors.
Bwess Joseph–
(then he stops, and says, “Mom, Joseph–not our cousin Joseph but the other Joseph Smith–is dead.” “Yes, he is,” I told him. “But can we still pray for him?” he asked. “Yes, we can,” I said.)
Bwess Joseph Smith.
NameoJesusChristamen.
I remember my best friend’s son loved food so much that his bedtime prayer always included, “Thank you for the beeeans, and the potaaaaatoes…”. We still tease him about that and he’s 30 now!
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Precious!!! 🙂
so cute!