one way to pray

About two minutes before dinner last night, Andy had to speak sharply to Elanor because she was sitting at the table eating her chicken before the rest of us sat down. She immediately burst into tears (I think we ate too late) and wailed incessantly for the next ten minutes. For those of you who struggle with math, that means that the first several minutes of dinner were rather noisy as she attempted to bring herself under control. What had us biting our lips and trying desperately not to laugh (OK, we failed miserably) was that she insisted on being the one to offer up our blessing. Listen to her words: "Dear God, thank you for Jesus; thank you for our food; thank you for Michael and Caroline and me; amen."

Cute prayer. But the kicker is that she wailed every single word. Wailed. Wailed.