Last night at bedtime, J asked me to pray for Eliot, the Dragon. Only she says El Y Yot, very carefully, slowly, and distinctly.
A had to give me a synopsis of her day before she would let me pray for her:
We got all worked up in Children's Church, and then we chilled out. We played outside and J and I argued like Mary and Martha. And Nana and Papa came over and we ate with them and we went to sleep and then we woke up but you forgot to feed us breakfast (she thinks she should get breakfast after naptime) and we went to church and you sang a long time and we played with C and we sat with L2 and T1 and T2 were there too. And then we played with B and Ch and drawed on the board. And El Y Yot has wings so he can fly.
Whew! What a day.
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