"Let's pray, Cora," Brad said before lunch the other day.
Cora folded her hands, closed her eyes and beat us to the punch.
"Deard Jesus," she started (it actually comes out "deard" instead of "dear"). "Daddy, please fold your hands. Deard Jesus," she continued, "Thank you food. Bless bodies. Amen."
I had to open my eyes and peek at Brad to see why he got scolded. He was reverently closing his eyes for prayer, but had one hand outstretched on the table and the other hand resting on his chin.
Apparently that was not acceptable!
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