Thankfulness

I had to laugh tonight as Big Brother kneeled beside his bed to say his prayers. He usually asks me to help him say his prayers. We pray for all of our family, all of his friends, our church and sometimes he throws in a few "Thank you for my toys."

Tonight he decided to go it alone. By the time I walked into his room where my husband was already listening to his deep conversation with God, this is the remainder of the prayer I overheard: "Thank you for my train and thank you for my butt. Amen."

Out of the mouths of babes. I've never heard a prayer quite like that, but I'm glad my little guy already knows he can thank God for anything, even his little bottom.