Each night before bed, Nicholas says a little prayer, helped along by whichever parent is in charge of bedtime that night. It's pretty simple: one of us says something like "God, today I am thankful for..." and then we let him list things and people he's thankful for.
Recently he's gotten in the habit of naming five people (he makes me, at least put up my hand to count on my fingers) because he would occasionally go into a run-on prayer in which he thanked God four or five times for Mommy, three times for Daddy, twice for each grandparent, three times for an aunt an uncle ... and so on.
In any case, because he does that now, after he's done with his five, I usually say, "Thank you God for all the people in my life, please keep us all safe and healthy, and help us have a good day tomorrow." Then an "amen" and it's off to his songs.
Tonight when I said the coda, he stopped me. "They're not in my life, Daddy!" Uh, what? "It's just a metaphor," I replied, never missing an opportunity to shoot an SAT word way over his head.
"Daddy, they're not in my life," he repeated. "They're in a state!"
Touché.
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