Our kids take turns praying each night for dinner. For some reason, though, Sawyer seems to have a hard time coming up with what to say. Tonight it was his turn to pray, and he was taking a while to put his thoughts together and get the words out. There we sit with our heads bowed, waiting, waiting, and all of the sudden Payton says.....
"Sawyer, hurry up and pray. My clothes are going out of style."
(I think we've been watching too much What Not to Wear around here!)
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Never a dull moment at the VeStrand house. Keep them coming!
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