We coasted through the so-called “Terrible Twos” and emerged largely unscathed with an amiable, well-behaved son. Then the little cherub turned three. We’ve spent the past year wondering whether we are actually fit to be parents. Three is not for the faint of heart.
However, we must be doing something right because L.J. can now say the dinner blessing on his own. Mike and I were a little surprised and very proud recently when L.J. said he wanted to do it all by himself – and knew it word-for-word! He started with the sign of the cross (correct words; correct-ish signs), recited the entire ‘Bless Us O Lord’ prayer and concluded with a hearty ‘Amen!’
(And, ahem, he wanted a DD cup just like Poppa but rest assured L.J.’s was filled with caffeine-free water…)
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