Tonight I thought I'd left the little man in bed, but he snuck up on me in the kitchen and about gave me a heart attack! I asked him what was wrong and he very sweetly said, "I prayed to God and it didn't work." I think if I'd had anything in my mouth I would have either choked on it or spewed it all over the counter. It was so cute! Once I was able to talk without giggling I asked him if he was scared to which he replied, "Yes. And I prayed, but it didn't work. I was still scared." I asked him what he said when he prayed to God, just curious what he's say and this was what I got, "Dear God, thank you for the food." I guess I need to be more specific when I tell him to ask God to help him when he's scared. Gosh, I love that kid!!!!