little prayers

Claire loves to say the prayer.  If she had it her way, she would say it every time.  In fact, if the truth be told, we would probably all admit that if we had our way, Claire would say the prayer every time too.  The only problem is that we all usually end up laughing out loud by the time she is through. 

For a while, Claire would pray for Winnie The Pooh every time she prayed.  She doesn't seem so worried about him lately.

The other night, she prayed that we could have ice cream in the morning.  I didn't think that was such a bad thing to ask for.

Last evening, we all gathered in Ryenne and Kate's room to say our nightly family prayer.  Claire was already in bed by the time the oldest girls got ready, and so the rest of us folded our arms while Ryenne said the prayer.  Before she was even done, Claire came bounding through the door, full of protest.  "I'm saying the prayer!!!" she reprimanded.  Of course, we all agreed that she could say her prayer.  She folded her arms and began speaking to her Father in Heaven, but soon paused.  Ryenne was sitting close by, so she leaned over to prompt her, "Bless that I will go poopy in the potty tomorrow" (we're potty training this week).  Obediently, Claire immediately followed with, "Bless that Ryenne will go poopy in the potty tomorrow."  At this, we all laughed out loud very irreverently. 

I love little prayers.