At dinner, DH and I take turns praying. We get the kids settled and our food on the table hold hands then the question-whose turn is it to pray. The applical party usually says 'mine' and then we go ahead with our short and to the point prayer while we try to keep 2 children from devouring their food prior to Amen.
Thursday night we had the typical dinner activities. We were holding hands and DH asked 'whose turn?' and Mustang answered, 'Mine.'
So, we closed our eyes and she prayed her little prayer. 'Dear God, Thank you for the food.' 'Amen' I prompted. 'Amen'
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