My own grace

I said Grace today, all by myself. First at breakfast.

I put my hands together, squeezed my eyes shut and prayed.

Mum and dad weren't quite sure what I was saying, but they recognised the emphatic 'amen' at the end.

Then at dinner at Grandma and Grandad's, I said Grace again. This time I mentioned 'God' as well as the amen at the end.

We went to Grandma and Grandad's church today. They don't have Tiny Treasures. They have Cubby House instead. It's much the same thing. Mum told dad it was exactly the same, in the sense that when she came to get me I was still in the lap of the person she had left me with in the beginning.

Today we also went to Andy and Wendy's house for lunch. Max the dog had been banished from the house for having wet feet. I had to say my hellos through the glass door. But I was very happy to sit up at the table with the grown-up's, without my booster seat, and with a proper knife and fork and cup. I felt very grown-up. And the highlight of the afternoon was playing Guitar Hero. Andy played the bass, dad played the guitar and I played the drums. (The drums were'nt plugged in, but I wasn't to know)