From the Mouth of Babes

Most every night, the first thing we do when we go into Carson's room for him to go to sleep is pray. I ask him if he has anything he wants to pray about, and it's usually something earth shattering like "Pray about the tractor we saw" or "Pray about it's Thursday".

So the other night as usual, I asked him what he wanted to pray about, and Steve said "Pray about how good looking I am." Carson looked at me and said "Mommy, that doesn't even make sense."

:-)