Good Friday brought us a nighttime storm that knocked out our electricity. This meant that our three-year-old who insists on not one, but two night lights was subjected to darkness.
I heard his his yelling and ran to his room. The thunder was booming and lightening was flashing.
"Pray! Pray!" He begged.
With delerium I began to pray, "Dear Lord, please help us all to get the rest we need tonight. Please keep us safe--"
"FROM WHAT?" Sam asked frantically.
Shoot. "Um, please keep us safe from....germs...and sickness." Whew.
I ended the prayer and Sam asked, "Why did you turn the light off so I couldn't see my hand?" Maybe it was a 3-year-old that coined that phrase.