She brushed his teeth. She read him The Little Engine That Could, along with a few other stories. And then she gave him a hug and put him in bed.
He insisted on singing a song or two, as he always does. And then he insisted on praying, as he always does. His completely independent prayer, as he lay in bed with his eyes scrunched tightly closed?
"Dear God,
Thank you for this day!
Thank you for this food!
Thank you for the visit to Dada!
Thank you for this bed!
Thank you for trains that go over the hill most of the time!
... "
And there were a few others that went on from there... Not bad for a little guy!
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