It only takes once...

We say our prayers every night.  Without fail.  We read 4-5 books, sing 4-5 songs, followed by some rocking and then our night time prayers.

Now I lay me, down to sleep.
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep.
God bless mommy, daddy, Easton & Kirby...

The rest changes night by night.

Last night The Boy informed me Mrs. Emily (his teacher) left early from school.  We talked about it a minute and he said she was sick. We agreed we should add her to our prayers.  So, we did.  We said our normal prayers, I laid him down, covered him up and to sleep he went.

Fast forward to today.

I was getting a run down of the day from Mrs. Emily.  I'd asked about Eli because I hadn't seen him.  She informed me he had fallen and split his eyebrow and had to go for stitches.

Once in the car, I was asking Easton about his day.  We went through a few things and then got to Eli.  We talked about him falling, hitting his eyebrow on the bookshelf and having to go to the doctor.

Without prompting, or suggesting, my boy said 'my say my prayers for Eeee-yiii?' and folded his hands and looked down.  I sat there with a lump in my throat, not believing my ears.  Then he peered up from under his brow as if to say 'well...get on with it mom.'  So, we prayed.  Then he asked 'my say prayer for Eyi go to doctor?'  And we did.  Then...'my say prayer for my 'nack.'  And that we did.  And he was satisfied.  And quite tickled with himself. 

There is really nothing to big or too small for our prayers.  Eli's eyebrow or our 'nack.

The fact is, my boy knew we needed to pray.  And he knew I'd pray with him.

And, in my book it doesn't get much better than that.