B prays

We were giving some friends in church a lift home this afternoon after CG so we had to move B's seat to the last row. I sat with him behind and he held my hand. Then as he examined and caressed my hand, he realized that my fingers were dry and rough from the constant contact with detergent. Then he said, "I don't like your finger rough." He started to pray, "Father God, pray for mummy's finger and thumb not rough anymore."

Five minutes later. He examined my fingers and said, "Still rough. Not ok yet." Then he prayed once again for them to be smooth again.

Yay! First time my son prayed for me in person without being told to.