Tonight Asher offered to pray our bedtime prayer. It went something like this:
Dear God,
Sank you for Daddy, and Mommy, and Zeke, and me, and Titus.
Sank you so we could go to sleep.
Sank you so we could eat.
Sank you so we could put on our jammies.
Sank you so we could go to Home Depot.
Sank you so we could play cars.
Sank you so we could play ramp.
Sank you so we could read books.
Sank you for Mommy’s hair.
Sank you for Daddy’s hair.
Sank you for Titus’ hair.
Sank you for Mae’s hair. (Mae comes to play with the boys every once in a while).
Sank you for Mae’s guys’ hair (Mae’s brother is Owen. Asher met him…once.)
Sank you for Mommy’s hair.
Sank you for Mae’s hair.
Sank you for Zeke’s hair.
Sank for for we can GIVE HIGH FIVES!
SANK YOU SO WE CAN GIVE KNUCKLES!
<Asher bouncing on the bed>
SANK YOU SO WE CAN GIVE KNUCKLES!
SANK YOU SO WE CAN GIVE KNUCKLES!
<me> Amen
<Asher> AMEN!
That’s a pretty thankful little boy! I’m just waiting for Pastor Scott to start jumping up and down and yelling at the end of a prayer like that!
That is too sweet. I didn’t know he loved giving knuckles so much, and I’m a little disappointed he didn’t sank God for my hair.