So I forgot to blog about the horrible, no good, very bad day we had a while back. I'll do the condensed version. We got lost taking Annika to camp, she was an hour late. My cell phone died and we were extremely late meeting Tricia and the kids at Crown Center. There were no pay phones around ANYWHERE for me to call Tricia and let her know. Ian got car sick. An hour late, we finally arrived at Crown Center (of course Tricia and the kids had already left.) After seeing the line snaking out of Fritz's (the restaurant where the train brings you your food) we settled for a pretzel in the food court. We sat down, exhausted, and I asked Ian to pray for our food.
Here is how his prayer started out:
"Dear Jesus,
Thank you for this good day...ummm, this kind-of good day."
I love Ian! He also admonished Elizabeth for jabbering while he was praying:
"ELIZABETH! You do NOT talk during prayer time. That is NOT appropriate to God!"
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