"James, who should pray for our supper tonight?"
Usually he either lifts one finger at me and says "you!" or points at Mommy with his left pointer finger. On very rare occasions he'll offer to pray himself, provided we help him through it."
"James, who should pray for our food tonight?"
"George."
He bowed his head, looked over at George (who was propped up in the fourth seat at the dinner table) out of the corner of his eye, and began in a small voice:
"Oo-oo, ah-ah, oo-ah, oo-ah. Ah-ha, ah-ha, oo-oo, ah...ooo! Ah, ah, oo-oo."
He lifted his head up, smiled and declared. "A-men!"
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