Well Played, Well Prayed

• After soccer practice tonight, Noah huffed his way into the car and managed to frustratedly stammer out, "I NEVER NOT GONNA WIN! (read - I didn't win (read - didn't score a goal)) Doze uvver kids always run faster dan me!" Oh, my poor boy. Being short stinks. I told him we just gotta practice running more to get quicker and eating more so he can get stronger.
  
• After I got onto him for not obeying right away, he answered me by singing a song they learned at school (to the tune of London Bridge). "I will listen and obey, and obey, and obey. I will listen and obey, yes, yes, yes." I was putty in his hands after that serenade. Well played, Noah. Well played.
• At bedtime, we prayed about show and tell tomorrow because Noah needs some divine intervention to help him decide which of his treasures to take to school. And then Noah asked me to pray for the caterpillars that had hatched all over the soccer fields today (it was quite disgusting, if you ask me, but the kids were fascinated and rightly so). So we prayed that they would be safe and grow into many butterflies. Me? I just pray I don't wake up screaming from a dream where they are crawling all over my body. All those nasty crawly things gave me the heebie jeebies for a solid hour.