A little boy was overheard praying, "Lord, if you can't make me a better boy, don't worry about it. I'm having a good time like I am."
After the christening of his baby brother in church, Jason sobbed all the way home in the back seat of the car. His father asked him three times what was wrong. Finally, the boy replied, "That preacher said he wanted us brought up in a Christian home, and I wanted to stay with you guys."
One particular four year old prayed, "And forgive us our trash baskets, as we forgive those who put trash in our baskets."
I was particularly smitten with the last prayer, for I have been working on my attitude about people who try to "put trash in my basket". I said Try, because it is up to me what I let get under my skin and who I allow to throw trash my way. So this is something I continually work on. Amen.