The one where we don't let the youngest pray

The Caboose loves to pray.
Every night, at dinner, when the question is asked:
"Who wants to say the prayer?",
she raises her hand as though she's in school,
"Pick Me!"
"I do! I do!"

Seriously, love this yahoo.

Last week was no different.
we sat for dinner
and she volunteered to say the prayer:
"Heavenly Father,
we thank thee for this day..."--she began.
Towards the end however,
she got our attention when she asked:
"And please don't let Nana leave home."

After the prayer,
I said, "Why would you say sucha thing?"
The Caboose: "Cuz I don't want her to go! She's like a sister to me!"

We laughed--hoho hahaha--
for many days since,
as the Caboose has continued to keep that plea in her prayers.

Until yesterday,
it was kinda cute,
but ya know what?
Nana has hit some financial snags with her trip.

So last night,
at the dinner table,
Nana: "Don't let Ari say the prayer."

P.S. I'm Over at Mormon Mommy Blogs today, talking about my underwear!