BubbaTubbs: Smart Boy!

Monday, November 17, 2008

Smart Boy!

It was Bubba's turn to say his prayers tonight before bed. As he kneeled down beside his bed, this is what the little rascal said:

"Dear Gracious Heavenly Father;

(I love it when he uses an adjective at the beginning! Ha-Ha)

Please bless Santa to know who I am.

Please keep him safe.

Please help Santa to get a good night's rest.

Please bless Santa.

Please bless Santa's toys.

Please help Santa to bring me what I want.

Please bless my mommy and daddy and baby brother.

In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen."

Now...I don't know about you---but I was torn between laughing and asking him if he was serious and making him start over. I decided to do neither, said Amen and kissed him good night.

Hey--you gotta do what works to make sure Santa comes right?!

A boys gotta do what a boys gotta do!

2 comments:

AmyPoll said...: That is way too funny...if only we could remember our mind as a child...they are so very interesting.; November 18, 2008 at 7:00 AM
Kristin said...: Maybe you should have Bubba go down to the mall. I was amazed to see Santa already there.; November 18, 2008 at 4:07 PM

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