Me: Frankie, is there anything you want to pray about tonight?
Frankie: Um, is anybody sick or something?
Me: Well, Papa is in a wheelchair and has a hard time getting around.
Frankie: Pray about.
Me: Pardon me?
Frankie: Pray about him. Whenever I say, "pray about," you can pray about that thing. If I say "look-a-dook," then don't pray about that thing. Go ahead.
3 comments:
Is there a gene for being a smart aleck? (Can you take some credit for this precocious, sassy youngster?)
HILARIOUS
I have missed coming to your blog and being assured a good guffaw!! I can even hear Frankie's voice in my head. So funny!!!
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