R.J. Anderson (rj_anderson) wrote,
R.J. Anderson

After I tucked Nicholas into bed tonight and we'd talked for a little while, I decided it was time to finish up our usual bedtime routine.
"Now I'm going to sing and pray," I told him. "What do you want me to sing?"
"No." He shook his head emphatically. "Mama not sing."
This was unusual. "You don't want me to sing? Okay. I'll just pray."
"I want pray."
Nicholas closed his eyes. "Thank God [Uncle] Stephan and [Aunt] Katarina and Eric and cousins, Mama and Dada and Nicholas and sandbox and backhoe and swings, and car and Uncle Keith's car and Uncle Keith --" He paused for breath. "Sheep in truck, goes voooom and doggy shoot porridge..."
It was at that point that I realized he had forgotten about praying and begun reciting the plot of the Wallace and Gromit video we'd watched just before supper, so it was obviously time to intervene.
"Amen," I said.
Nicholas grinned, satisfied. "Amen."
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