The Dinner Prayer--Revised

went a little something like this tonight before we dinned upon our curry rice:

LENA: Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for the food, thank you for..., no no I don't need help, ummmmm ummmm...
JEFF: Thank thee for our family
LENA: Thank you for our family
JEFF: Thank thee for our blessings
LENA: Thank you for our blessings
JEFF: Thank thee for the dogs
LENA: Thank you for the goggies
JEFF: Thank thee for the squirrels
LENA (eyes wide open brow sharply furrowed ): no, the squirrels are dumbasses!
(Cue me frantically signaling Jeff to wrap it up, while tying to determine if I should feel amused or embarrassed and ashamed)

JEFF: (head buried in his hands, wrapping up quick to salvage at least the first half of the prayer): Isaythesethingsinthenameof...



In her defense though, those squirrels are dumbasses*


Edit Rewound:

*Pardon our french, and for the record I do not in any way shape or form condone this type of language coming out of my 3-year-old's mouth. In the future, there may be soap involved. I, as a responsible adult woman, have earned this prerogative, thankyouverymuch.