We've been prompting Laurel to pray occasionally at bedtime, but it's been a very sporadic process. But Monday morning at breakfast, Luke looked at me and said, "Whose day is it to prayer?" (We've adopted his mission president's procedure of the husband praying on the odd dates and the wife praying on the even dates of the month.) But Laurel piped up, "Bimba's!" (One of our Italian nicknames for her.) She proceeded with:
Dear Father, mommy, daddy, safe, (some unintelligible gibberish mixed in), with a big "A-men" at the end. Adorable! We love seeing this independence!