A Monkey Prayer

Last night's prayer went like this. I told him that if he goofed off, he wouldn't be able to go and pick out a book to take to bed... so he did a great job all on his own.

Dear God, thank you for sending your Son to die on the cross so we don't have to and so we can live forever in Heaven with you. Thank you for my bunk bed and my bike and my toys and my food and all of our blessings. Please be with Daddy. Keep his mouth shut from saying bad things that I am not allowed to say. Keep him safe from the bugs and zipped up in a tent with no windows so the bugs can't get to him and bite him. And make sure he has a flashlight. The kind that you can shake up so the batteries never ever ever die. Keep him strong. Please be with Grandpa's jaw and Grandma's intestines. Be with Aunt K and S and the cousins. Be with Uncle C and C. Be with Nanny and C and V. Please help all of my friends and help them to stop being whiny and acting like babies and being mean to their mommies and daddies. Please help me to obey and to be nice and forgive me for being mean to my mommy and Mel. Please bring close to you all those people who aren't close to you and wrap your arms around them and drag them to you. Please help us to be more like Jesus. In Jesus name we pray, Amen.