I invited the boys to sit down at the table, just before I was ready to join them. I scurried about, gathering napkins, drinks, and all the other things that I probably should have remembered before their hands were washed and they were poised for action.
Ever reminding me of the routine, they chanted:
"Hey. We need to pray."
"Mommy, we didn't pray yet."
"Are we going to pray?"
Tyler folded his hands. "Thank you. Amen. There. I prayed." And he bit into his apple.
The thing is, I'm pretty sure that counts.