Prayer Leader

Last week I noticed that Gi's daily preschool report stated that her job for the day was prayer leader. So I ask Munch how she liked being prayer leader at school. She mumbled a bit, clasped her two little hands together under her chin and uttered something that sounded like "God farmer." Perplexed, I ask "God farmer--- is that what you said?" She nods enthusiastically. "Do you mean God's family, Gigi?" She also nods eagerly to this. Stumped, I drop the subject matter. Later on that evening, I share with hubs that Gi was prayer leader in school. Being the cheeky monkey that he is, he finds this quite amusing and pumps Gi for details. Gi shares with him the same thing that she shared with me earlier that morning. Hubs is clueless as to the words that she is saying except for the word God. So without further hesitation, he jokingly instructs Munch on what to say should she be prayer leader again. The exchange goes something like this at the dinner table:

Hubs: "Gi, say dear God tickle tickle thanks for the pickle." (Hubs is a Mike Myers fan)

Munch: "Tick tick naanew pickle."

Hubs: "Good, good, good! Now if you can't remember that you can say dear God rub-a-dub dub thanks for the grub."

Munch: "rub rub dub dub."

Hubs is so pleased with himself that he continues to instruct Gi during her bathtime now. What will this man come up with next??!! Let's pray that Munch doesn't remember any of these irreverent mantras that her daddy passed on to her.