Daniel's prayer tonight sounded much like that of a forty year old instead of a four year old. I could not believe it:
"Dear God, please forgive us where we've failed you. The food was great tonight and I had a lot of fun today. God, I'm sorry your son died. I know it made you sad. And God, I know he must have hurt alot and you hurt alot and I wish I could have told him to just come down from there God...to just crawl down and put the bad people up there, God. Anyway, I love you and thank you for my blessings. Amen."
I have no words.