The honesty of a 4-year-old

Colin's prayers last night (with me, sitting right next to him):

"Dear Jesus,

Thank you for this day. Thank you for Mommy, and Daddy, and Cameron, and Ethan.

Thank you for the grass and for my bed, and for the dresser, and for our van.

Thank you for Grandma, and Grandma and Grandpa, and Grandpa Danny and Amy in New Jersey, and Rog and Aimee, and Luke.....and.....Mommy, what is Rog and Aimee's baby called?"

Me: "Olivia."

"Thank you for baby Olivia, and for Jay and Karie, and Reese, and.....Mommy, what is Jay and Karie's baby called?"

Me: "Callen."

"Thank you for baby Callen too.

And please let us have a sunny, warm day tomorrow, so that we can go outside and play baseball.....and soccer.....and swing on the swings.....and ride bikes.....and go down the street and see Dadddy. And, please help Mommy to learn how to throw the baseball to me a little bit better. She doesn't do it very good.....Daddy does it good, but Mommy doesn't. He just does it better than her. I like it better when Daddy throws it. But Mommy can throw it too, she just.....needs to do it a little bit better.

In Jesus' name,
Amen."