When I said Trevy's prayers last night I neglected something of import to him. He has a fairly nasty infected toe from picking at his toe nails. I failed to mention it.
So after my "amen" he added: And my freakin' toe!
I choked out a somewhat morti-shocked laughter: And please help his toe to feel better.
So tonight, we were snuggled up for goodnight prayers and this time I didn't neglect to mention his "freakin" toe.
After I said "amen" he gave me a crooked grin, a thumbs up and said: Good job, Mom.