Julianne tucked under her covers. Hair braided ever so cutely, just for bed. She is lying on clean (spiderman) sheets, freshly showered and ready to sleep. I'm kneeling next to her bed, doing the whole, "nighty night, kissy kissy" say your prayers routine. I say, "Julianne, let me hear you say a prayer". This was her prayer:
Dear God. Can you please drop me a baby doll down here to me. I'll catch it. I am in *this* house, see me?
:) Awesome prayer!