Another Prayer Snafu

Once again, Samuel has given his own special twist when it is his turn for bedtime prayers. After a little lecture on reverence (he wanted to say the prayer laying on the floor with his feet on the wall) he folded his arms and, with a glint in his eye, began "Dear Heavenly Spongebob..." We stopped him and made him start again, but could not stop the laugh that was causing me to silently convulse and turn blue. Thomas was concerned and kept asking "you okay mom?" I'm pretty sure that in the rest of the prayer he was thankful for our blessings or something to that effect, but I really couldn't tell you for sure. I was too busy surreptitously wiping tears from my eyes and trying not to snort. Samuel is at that awesome age when he thinks any silly thing he says is hilarious and when he genuinely is funny (without meaning to be) we get cussed out for laughing. If we let him see that this attempt to be funny was actually humorous, he would spend the next few weeks praying to every Nickelodeon/Disney character he can come up with. I guess even a blind squirrel finds a nut occasionally.

Next family home evening lesson will need to revolve around who we are allowed to pray to in this house. We'll do that as soon as I can keep a straight face.