Last night my dear son prayed:
I love you. Thank you for always providing our food to eat. Thank you for cousin Mike and Aunt Dee. Thank you for my cars that I can play with all the time. Thank you that I could feed the chickens at Grandma's house, even if they didn't want to eat. Thank you for my books, and my shoes. And thank you for mommy and daddy.
His is a very thankful heart.