Two nights ago, as I was putting the boys to bed, son #2 curled up into his pillow so I couldn’t see his face and began whispering. I asked him if he was praying. He repeatedly insisted that he wasn’t but I could hear him pleading, “please, please, please.”
He then said, “Mama, if I tell you, then it won’t come true.”
“Monkey, you’re confusing wishes with prayer. It’s good to pray out loud with others – that way we can all pray with you.”
“Dear God, please let my mom stay home to play with us this summer.”
Uh, you might want to ask for an alternate income stream, preferably a financial windfall, with that request. Then, we're good to go
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