Family prayer

Every night we kneel in a circle for family prayer. What happens during the prayer is always a gamble.

Very rarely, if ever, is it only a prayer.

What typically happens goes something like this:

Tennyson and Sanders begin scootching into the middle of the circle because for some reason it's better in the middle. Then one or the other looks at the other one funny and a hand shoots out to slap the other person's hand only to quickly be retracted and made to look as if that hand had never left it's position of being folded reverently.

At this point, Karaia and Beckham are giggling.

Then once the prayer is over, Hallelujah, and we've had a brief re-briefing on the appropriate behavior during a prayer, we all place our hands in the middle, much like a team who is just about to compete, and say, "Goooooooooooo Dalys!" as we raise our hands in the air. This is especially a favorite tradition of Sanders.

Tonight the two little guys changed up the routine a bit.

As the prayer was being said, Sanders and Tennyson were, once again, jockeying for center position. All of the sudden, without any verbal ques, both boys stuck their hands out, placed them on top of each other, and quietly said, "Goooooooo Dalys!" as they raised their hands and then quickly replaced them in the appropriate arms folded position.

I'll tell you what, at least prayer time is never boring around here.