Each night at dinner, Zoe prays. It started out years ago when she would only do it every so often. Now she asks to do it. Even if we do some kind of random game and the last person has to pray, she will rig the game so she's the last one. I love that she loves to pray. It warms this momma's heart.
Sunday at dinner, N tried teasing her and said he was the last one to do the game, so it was his turn to pray. Zoe gave him the stink eye, which involves making her eyes bigger and staring at you. So N stared back. As they were doing the stare-down, Zoe says, "Dear God, thank you..."
She started her prayer. It wasn't until N looked down, that Zoe did too.
This girl is fierce about praying for our meals. She has an equally fierce wit because this will go down in the memory banks for years to come. We could barely contain our laughter.
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