Tonight Greyson's bedtime prayer went like this:
" Lord God, I just pray that you would put two of your best angels on guard duty at our house. And if there are any bad guys with their eye on us, please let your angels sprinkle a little fairy dust on them and erase their memories, but not kill them. Amen."
Then he followed up with:
"Hey Dad, isn't it amazing that Mom is made out of ribbies, and you're made out of dirt?"
I was in the other room eavesdropping, and laughing till I cried.