When saying his prayers last night Luke said, “Dear God, thank you for the cweaning wadies.” Indeed.
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“Mom is, “Say your prayers,” a nice word?”
“Yes, it’s always nice to say your prayers.”
He holds up a rubber band, pulls it tightly, and aims it at Baxter’s head. “Say your prayers.”