Liv - Mom, I'm not going to call you the Queen of Evil anymore.
Mom - You're not? Thank you!
Liv - (holding her arms out wide) Do you forgive me?
Mom - (hugging) Of course I do! I knew you didn't mean it.
Liv - Yeah. Now I think I'm going to call you the Queen of Good.
Mom - You are?
Liv - Yeah!
Mom - Well, thank you!
Liv - You're welcome. (Announcing in her best announcer voice:) MOMMY, QUEEN OF GOOD!!!
Take that, Satan.
While putting the brownies in the oven to bake, I heard my benevolent royal announcer and her big brother discussing the mechanics of prayer. I don't know how these things come up, but they were going over a few things. Liv took a practice run. The highlights went something like this:
Dear Heavenly Father,
Thank you for our many blessings... please help us share with our cousins...
In the name of Jesus Christ,
I guess we won't be hearing her "what does Amen mean" question anymore.
Looks like she's got that one down pat.
I know your day is better now.
Her Majesty the Queen of