We're sitting on the couch and he is looking sleepy. So we often pray right before he goes to sleep, and I said, "Should we pray?"
He said, "Bible book?" (We usually read the Bible before he goes to sleep at night.)
I had the book of Luke up on the computer, so I said, "Yea, Daddy is reading the Bible. And then I'm talking with Jesus."
Gideon looked blankly and sleepily, so I continued, "Yea, prayer is just talking to Jesus."
Gideon nodded.
"What do you want to say to Jesus," I asked.
"Jeez-a?" Gideon asked, "Peez."
"Please what?" I wondered what he was going to say. I was waiting for something profound. You know, please save me. Please help. Please with me. Something amazing and theologically deep for a eighteen month old. Gideon's eyes brightened, got real big, and he said...
"Pleez crackers!" He clapped his hands and laughed and I gave him a big hug.
Please Jesus, send us some crackers.
