Getting ready to tuck the Sisters into bed, Little Miss informs me:
Miss: "Mommy. You don't have to say foh me a prayrer, buh-cause I already sayed myself foh prayrers ah-ready."
C: "Wow, you said four prayers. What did you pray for, Love?"
Miss (sits up to look at me squarely, that I may better grasp the gravity of the revelations She is about to bestow upon me. She holds up Her index finger:) "One: I prayered foh me- a hot dog."
C: "You prayed for... for a hot dog."
Miss: "Yes. (She holds Her hands out wide to demonstrate) A BIG one."
C: "Ok. Well, so. You had four prayers; what else did you pray for?"
Miss holds Her hand up and ticks off Her topics of appeal to Her creator:
"Two. A prayrer foh some must-ahd. Thwee. Foh pickuh welish. And foh- some ketchup."
I have a weird feeling that what I serve Her for lunch tomorrow may have an unusual significance.
Miss: "Mommy. You don't have to say foh me a prayrer, buh-cause I already sayed myself foh prayrers ah-ready."
C: "Wow, you said four prayers. What did you pray for, Love?"
Miss (sits up to look at me squarely, that I may better grasp the gravity of the revelations She is about to bestow upon me. She holds up Her index finger:) "One: I prayered foh me- a hot dog."
C: "You prayed for... for a hot dog."
Miss: "Yes. (She holds Her hands out wide to demonstrate) A BIG one."
C: "Ok. Well, so. You had four prayers; what else did you pray for?"
Miss holds Her hand up and ticks off Her topics of appeal to Her creator:
"Two. A prayrer foh some must-ahd. Thwee. Foh pickuh welish. And foh- some ketchup."
I have a weird feeling that what I serve Her for lunch tomorrow may have an unusual significance.
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