I made soup and sandwiches for dinner the other night and when we called the boys to the table, Jack was really pouting about having to stop playing to eat. Patrick asked who would like to offer the prayer. Jack quickly and little too eagerly volunteered. His prayer?
"Dear Heav'ly Father, I don't like my sooup
I don't like my sanwich! It's goss!
Amen."
Such a stinker...