I walked into Ezra's room today. He was kneeling by his bed.
"It is nap time, buddy. In your bed."
But mom, I want to play!
"Nope...in your bed!"
And then I noticed his folded hands, and heard what he had really said...
But mom, I want to PRAY.
"okay, buddy. That's great. Just get into bed when you are done."
I walked out, told Delton what had just happened, and from his bedroom heard his voice, quietly, as he prayed.