Reagan's Prayer

This will be the first post that we have dedicated completely to Reagan. Unlike Addison, it has been more difficult to convey his quirky personality, but I will try as best I can with this recent story.

Driving home following Church this afternoon, during the "witching hour" following lunch but before nap time, we were having issues with the kids fighting in the backseat. As I began scolding both kids, I ask each of them what they can do to improve their attitude. Addison, as always, is quick with a list of rehersed answers that she knows I can't challenge. Reagan, on the other hand, is not as practiced in the art of telling daddy what he wants to hear, and remains silent. So I repeat the question to him again. His response? I kid you not, the boy begins praying to God. He actually starts saying a prayer!

Heather and I cannot contain ourselves, barely fighting back the laughter that is making it hard to concentrate on the road, and the moment of discipline is lost. Once I am able to regain my composure, I have some concern that I've literally put the fear of God into the boy. So I glance back in the rear view mirror to get a sense of the impact my admonishment has has on him. The smirk he has on his face as he's looking right back at me in the mirror tells me all I need to know. He learned a valuable lesson today...I, like my older sister nearly on a daily basis, can outwit my dad.