D2 had been spending the last few moments before Bible reading observing the "amuls" out the back window, most particularly a doggie. He's at the stage where kids learn a new word every four waking hours, but I think he went over his average today. (New words heard: "kite," "sky," "fun," "animals," "applesauce," someting indecipherable about birds, and of course lots of that old favorite "bubos," which being interpreted is "duplos.")
When he sat down for Bible reading, he chattered on and on about the doggie. In fact, he uttered that same word non-stop. I reconciled him to the idea of Bible reading by pointing out the possibility of finding doggies in his picture Bible, so while DOB read Mary and Joseph down to Egypt and back, we spotted every doggie from Creation to King David. You might not think there are many doggies in the Bible, but since D2 still happily classifies all largish quadrupeds as doggies, we could impress all the sheep and donkeys into service, too.
But unfortunately Bible reading had to come to an end sometime, and then it was time to pray. And still the refrain of "Doggie, doggie, doggie" would not cease.
"Would you like to pray for the doggies?" DOB asked him.
"Yeah," he said.
"And I will pray for the cats!" D1 added.
DOB assented and began to pray.
"You can pray for the rabbits," D1 interrupted.
"What about Mama?"
"Mama can pray for the bears."
So in addition to our usual petitions for family, friends, and the pastor's trip to "Othopipia," we spent a few moments in earnest prayer for animals wild and domestic. Especially doggies.