I know I just posted yesterday, but this was too good not to share.
This morning before I left for work Brad was making a house out of the kitchen chairs and a blanket. Lucy was being "helpful" and kept pulling the blanket off. Brad was getting pretty frustrated and I was trying to keep her away, but I was trying to get ready to go and she kept at it. After a few minutes I heard Brad quietly from the kitchen say,
"Dear Heavenly Father, Please help my baby sister to stop ruining my house. Amen."
I had to try so hard not to laugh, and I figured if it was that serious I really better keep her out of his hair. Glad to know he's at least getting the message that he can pray any time he needs help.