The other night when I was reading and praying with son, he said his prayer. He thanked God for the day with friends, he thanked Him for making the sky. He asked Him to help everyone sleep well and then he asked God to make mommy's breathing all better so she doesn't have to take her medicine anymore.
I may have shed a tear or two.
The prayer was quickly followed by an impromptu lullaby about monster trucks, dinosaurs and poop.
I love that kid.