Hayden reached another milestone this week. While he’s made a play attempt or two at praying, he usually pretends to be shy when I try to help him through a prayer. Until Tuesday night.
Hayden was at the table getting ready to eat, I was getting ready to leave to visit someone from church and Ryan was getting his dinner. We reminded Hayden that we needed to say a prayer, and he dutifully folded his arms.
And then we heard what he was saying. “Hebely fader. Hebely fader. Hebely fader.”
Ryan and I quickly folded our arms and walked into the dining room. “Thank you for this day,” I prompted him.
“Dates day.”
“Thank you for this food.”
“Dates fud.”
“Please bless it.”
“P’ease b’ess.”
“In the name of Jesus Christ.”
Blank look.
“In the name of Jesus Christ,” I tried again.
Blank look.
This could be simpler for a two-year-old, I guess. “Jesus,” I tried.
He knew that one. “Dee sa.”
“Amen.”
“Amin.”
Not bad!
Like most children, Hayden has picked up on adult mannerisms and intonations long before he’s mastered the words to go with them. Yesterday, for example, I told him something and he tilted his head to the side as if to say “That’s silly, Mommy. You can’t be serious.”
Hayden’s newest favorite hobby is a bit alarming to me. He hops up in front of any available computer, starts playing with the mouse and keyboard and proclaims “I worky!” He is very devoted to his profession (whatever that is; probably something as nebulous as mine).