The other day Annika (22 months) and I were having a late breakfast. We had prayed with the kids in the morning before they went to school and blessed the food. So when I came back, it never crossed my mind to bless it again.
So Annika and I begin to munch and she suddenly folds her arms and says, "Daddy's arm better." I looked at her a bit dumbfounded. She wanted to pray and she wanted to pray for Daddy's arm to get better. (He had surgery just a week and a half ago.)
I folded my arms and tried to help her say a prayer. Some of the words she'd say and some she wouldn't, but by the "Amen" I was pretty proud of her. A few moments later she folded her arms and prayed again, determined to do it by herself. She said, "Father, bless Daddy's hurt arm... better." Then she finally ate her food.