K, we ate a Pop and Gammies this last weekend for dinner.

Baily and Chloe were in town so we spent most of Saturday hanging out with them.

We did all the usual and they even came to church with us on Sunday.

The best part of the weekend though was this.

You asked to say that prayer over dinner.

Pop grilled steak.

You recited your usual list of thank you’s for this and that, etc…

But then at the end, you go:

And please help us not to get food poisoning tonight. Amen.

You basically ended the prayer with the punchline of a joke!

We all just died laughing.

You sweet little kookaburra.

I love you.

-Dad