Tonight during the blessing over supper, I squinted one eye open to make sure that Garrett hadn't covered himself, or the table, in ketchup, or something equally as messy. He caught me looking at him and immediately pulled his index finger up to his lips and said "Sssshhhhh, Momma!" in a very loud whisper. I'm not sure if he was telling me that so I wouldn't say anything about him having his eyes opened (they're never shut during prayer, he's not quite to that point yet), or if he mistook the fact that I was looking at him as if I was about to say something and interrupt Daddy's prayer.
After Keith said amen, Garrett immediately launched into his own prayer. This time including Momma.
I think he secretly read my last blog.
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