The girls have been brought up to say prayers at bedtime. Along with the standards, they are also asked to say a "Please God...," a "thank you, God..." and a "God bless..." If the occasion calls for it, they are also required to say a "Sorry, God" prayer.
Zena says a lot of "Sorry, God" prayers. Last night, she had three: "Sorry, God for crying at dance camp, sorry, God for being picky, and Sorry, God for tricking my teacher (note: this is an ongoing one)." After she said her prayers, she paused, and said, "what, what was that?" and then smirked and reported that, "He says it's okay."
Thinking this a funny joke, and totally typical of Zena, I retold it to my mom, who looked shocked and then looked as though Zena had actually heard the voice of God assuring her it was okay to be a picky eater. My mom looked at Zena with new admiration, and I had to stop my mother from telling my dad the story. She looked disappointed, but since Dad is always looking for a way to prove that God is communicating with him, she knows that this will just fuel the fire.
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