New words and prayers

WINNIPEG, Manitoba - "Mommy, I'm disappointed."
My four-year-old told me this yesterday.  I brushed it off in my mind as an over-zealous use of an unknown word.  "Why are you disappointed?"
"Because Gramma is sick."
"Oh, so you mean you're sad," I replied smugly.
"No, she's sick so I couldn't visit her yesterday.  I miss her.  I'm disappointed." 
Like, duh, Mom, don't you get it?

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At lunch I asked her to say grace.  She told me to go first so I quickly ran through my standard Christian-upbringing "Bless us, Oh, Lord..."
When I finished, she bowed her head, closed her eyes and put her palms together.  She breathed in deeply.  "Jesus.  Take care of us through the night.  Take care of us through the day.  Please help all the people who don't have the things they need or the things they want and the people who live on the street.  Help the poor people.  Amen."

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And then there's my two-year-old son who throws in new words and phrases every few hours it seems.  I hear him bargaining upstairs for a movie at bedtime right now.  "I want to watch Rio,please."  Pretty good phrase structure for a toddler.  Add two giant brown eyes and out-of-control curls and he's a killer combination for even the strictest parent (which I definitely am not).

And now I'm hearing the sounds of birds singing and Samba music - meaning my husband gave in.  I'd better go intervene.  My husband doesn't call me "Fun Killer" for nothing.