Thanks, God

Tonight, Banks wanted to say his own prayers. Unprompted. They went something like this:

Thanks God for letting me go to school.

Thanks God for letting me go to Banks's house.

Thanks God for letting me play.

Thanks God for letting us eat.

Thanks God for letting me go to Papa and Yaya's house.

Thanks God for letting me go to Pappy and Nama's house.

Thanks God for letting me play with my friends.

Thanks God for letting me play with my firetruck.

Thanks God for letting me play with my Woof Woof.

Thanks God for letting me play with my guitar.

Thanks God for letting me play at Banks's house again, God.

Amen.

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Later on, we were talking about the baby in Mommy's tummy. Banks said, "Daddy, do you have a baby in your tummy?" J says, "No, only mommies have babies in their tummy." Banks says, "Mommies and Issas?"

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Banks and Jonathan are lying in bed talking. Banks begins rambling...

"Daddy, you are a bee. And I am a bee. And Miss Courtney is Miss Adrienne's bee. And Miss Adrienne is Miss Courtney's bee. And we are all bees. And we will fly, fly away!"