(omit all r's and l's to make it extra toddler cute)
"Dear Father,
Dank for da day,
Dank for da bwessings,
Bwake hit me. On my cheek. And on my other cheek.
I have owie on my leg. And other leg."
At this point, there is a stall in the prayer as she continues her physical examination for battle wounds. I prod her on,
"Say, 'Please bless Blake to be nice to me tomorrow'."
"No, Mommy!"
"Okay then, say, 'Please bless Mommy to be nice tomorrow'."
She looks at me with a big grin and says, "I wuv you, Momma."
I love you, too, tattletale.
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