Meagan loves to pray. So does her sister. Solution 3 year old Meagan helps 2 year old Kiersten say our lunch prayer every day. Last week I had some concerns after the prayer.
It started out normally, thanks for the day, for our food etc. Then in a sweet little three year old voice I hear something like...
Please bless daddy that when he gets hit by a car and flies through the air he doesn't die. And that a doctor will come and save him. And that they will take him to a hospital. And the doctors will work really fast and they will fix him. And that they will let me visit him. And that mommy will take me to visit him. And that he will get all better.
There were more details than this. It was all repeated by the sweetest little two year old voice you have ever heard. The two girls didn't seem the least bit traumatized. A tiny bit of me silently hoped she wasn't clairvoyant. I went back and forth between being horrified and on the verge of laughter. All of which made me doubt my sanity. Still doubting a little bit. At her first pause I prompted the end of the prayer and we ate lunch as if nothing at all had happened.
I think I will talk to Trev about watching action shows with his little sisters. Maybe daddy too. That is, however, only a theory of how such things entered my three year old's brain.
I was relieved when Richard came home safe and sound. Maybe I am the whom I should be worrying about.
Another sad note. Yesterday we played a family game of big boggle. One of my words was 'stealer.' It was challenged and I won. A stealer is a baseball player who steals bases. They argued that I didn't know it was an official word. My rebuttal was that I know more about sports than any of the rest of them. They conceded the point. Considering the family I grew up in, I am somewhat horrified that my limited knowledge of sports reigns supreme in my house.
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