Tonight (after we watched Hollie Cavanaugh go home.. we have our priorities) we climbed into bed and Dustin read scriptures. I was practicing more with my camera.. look at this capture in almost no light.. (!!)
Then Eliza volunteered to say the prayer. She had a bee in her bonnet about something silly.. (insert 8 year old priority of making a lunch for a field trip x days early..)
So she starts her little prayer..
"Dear Heavenly Father..
We are grateful for this day.. we are grateful that we could.. do things.. we are thankful for our family..
PLEASE HELP US TO UNDERSTAND THAT OTHER PEOPLE DON'T KNOW EVERYTHING, ESPECIALLY OUR PARENTS.
Have you ever been scolded by your child through prayer? I have.
And I have to say, it was hee-lar-ious. All reverence was gone and Dustin & I cracked up, rolling over on the bed laughing. We are *such* good parents.
Amen to that.
The child doesn't look like she has that bad of a life..