Lunchtime Grace

The twin Fries are having lunch.  Grilled cheese today, if you were wondering.  And so, they offer the usual grace-before-meals:

God is great, God is good, and we thank him for our food.  Amen.

Medium Fry decides she needs to take it further, and first blesses God (still trying to figure out how that works), then thanks him for Shamu, Shamu's water in the glass so he can swim, then for Auntie J and Unca D (awwww), and all three Fries, including herself.  She announces "Amen!" with a flourish.

Not to be outdone, Small Fry starts praying.  What is she thanking God for?  I'm so glad you asked.  Pull-Ups.  Nighttime Pull-Ups.  Small Fry's Pull-Ups.  Small Fry's panties (she's wearing real undies today for the first time).

As it's clear the list could go on and on and on and Small would never start eating, Hubby says firmly, "Amen!"

"I'm not done yet!" she shouted, indignantly.  After mumbling a few more things she was thanking God for, she decisively and happily said, "Amen!"

It reminds me very much of the prayers a year and a half ago, following my abdominal surgery, where Auntie J's big boo-boo got blessed at every meal and bedtime.  At least once, if not twice.

Can they be this cute forever?