Roman's Prayer

Back in March Romy came up to me with the saddest little face. "I wish I had a brother," he lamented. "I'm kind of tired of all these girls!"

I laughed a little and apologized. "Sorry, bud. We tried!"

He thought silently for a minute then added, "Do you think if I prayed really hard for a brother, Heavenly Father would send me one?"

I didn't know what to say.

"Well," he continued, "I'm going to try. Right now." And so he plopped down on his knees right there on the living room rug and bowed his head, scrunched up his eyes and remained there for quite a long time. I didn't know what to do.

"Okay, Mom. I did it. I prayed for a brother." He proudly announced with a glimmer in his eyes. At this point I was still in shock and hadn't said a word. Then, after several seconds, he looked quizzical and asked, "Do you think he's on his way yet?"

"Ummm....uh....I don't think quite yet, son."

He nodded "knowingly" like he totally understood and said, "OH! Because he has to travel ALL the way down the UNIVERSE?"

".....Right. That's why." Then I thought for a second and asked, "Son, do you even know how babies get inside mommy's tummy?"

"Well, yeah!" He said matter-of-factly. "You have to swallow 'em!"

Well, duh! *laughing to myself*

I will let Dad fix that later. :)