Dinner time is usually hard because I can hardly ever make something that everyone likes and will eat. Tonight was one of those nights. I had fixed Chicken and Dumplings. Everyone had finished eating except for Clayton. I was still sitting at the table and I looked over at Clayton who had his arms folded and his eyes closed. We had already prayed before we started eating so I was wondering what was going through his head. After a couple seconds he looked up at me. I asked him if he was praying that his food would disappear, he said...
"no, I was praying that Heavenly Father would make my food so it wouldn't taste so I could eat it and like it."
I couldn't help but laugh. I love my children, even on these days.
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