So I'm babysitting J. tonight and can I just say that I adore this kid? He is super sweet, funny, smart, cute...if only I were 11 years younger and he were 11 years older, he'd be the perfect guy for me! After all, he did bring me flowers once :)
Anyways, after an exciting night of pizza and Tigger, Pooh and You Too...or something like that, he went to go to bed. We brushed teeth, he told me he wanted me to work for his dad again, I read him a chapter of his book and told him good night. Before I could sneak out of the room, he said, "Wait! Ms. Kristin, we need to say prayers." crappers....right....about those.
So I kneeled beside the bed and told him to go for it. Not gonna fly, he said he wanted to hear mine. So I attempted to make him happy by saying a quick prayer, thankful for the good day and that his parents have fun tonight...you know. Not gonna fly either...he wanted the "Our Father one" Oh gosh, I have to dig way back in my memory for that. I know, it's horrible, I should know it. So I start out and here's how it went: "Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Your Kingdom come, as well be done on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day, our daily bread...."crap that's not right. hmmm....So I thought quickly and said, "ok you finish!" He didn't know it....so I went for "Amen! That's the end. Now you have to get to bed." Next time, I'll make sure to learn my prayers so I don't feel like a fool in front of a 5 year old!