Now I lay me down to sleep

Last night, my wonderful children made their requests known to God.

Anna, age 5: "Christ our God, please make Luke Skywalker real! I need him; I want him! And Han Solo, and Princess Leia, and everyone from Star Wars. I just hope that, tomorrow when I wake up, Luke will be here with me. Amen."

Noah, age 2: "Jesus, help people. Help people, help people, help people. Amen."

This evening's prayers:

Anna: "Christ our God, thank you for my mom, and thank you for my brother Noah. Thank you for everything that my mom has done. And thank you for everybody who makes movies, especially Star Wars. Amen."

Noah: "Jesus ... is ... kind. Amen."

After a month, this is really all I have to say.