When we got home it was long past bedtime, so I skipped story time and went straight for our prayers, which I just started doing a couple nights ago. It went something like this:
Marmee: Bless Oma and Opa
Oliver: Bless Oma
M: bless auntie Em and uncle Jon
Oliver quietly listening
M: and Mormor and Morfar
O: Mormor
M: and...
When Oliver sudden chimed in with
O: Camera ate
M: what?!
O (enthusiastically): camera ate, camera ate
M: um... (wildly wracking my brain to think of what he's trying to tell me)
Marmee's brain: searching, searching, searching... does not compute
Then Oliver says it one more time: Camera GRate
M: Oh yes, and God Bless GRandma GReat!
Side note- Dear Dad, some of the best memories I have of you include you sitting at the top of the stairs saying goodnight prayers or talking about our day while all of us were in our own beds. Thank you for being a wonderful example.
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