Last night Big fell asleep on the couch before prayers and The Wife was out running errands, so it was just me and Little. I carried Little upstairs and he said to me, "we forgot to say prayers and brush teef". I reassured him that we hadn't forgotten, but we just hadn't gotten to it yet.
When it was time, Little volunteered to say the prayer and let me know he wanted to say it by himself. He whispered an awesome and thorough prayer full of thanksgiving (for toys and foods mostly) and righteous desires ("bless Brighton and mawma").
This morning he blessed breakfast himself.
I love hearing little kids pray.
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