We were visiting one of our daughters and her family. Seven year old Keegan and I were downstairs in the lengthy family room shooting child-high hoops and throwing a football back and forth with only a mishap or two. His mom called down, informing us it was time for lunch. We all gathered around the table and being the patriarch I was asked to say grace. We all bowed our heads and I thanked God for our family, for providing this food, and asked his blessing upon us. Amen.
And before we even had time to raise our heads, Keegan chimed in, "And please don't ever let that football hit me in the nuts again."
Amen.
