So I asked Lonnie to come help me with something, and must have made a small sigh.
J: "What's the matter? Are you sick?"
M: "No, just tired."
J: "Want me to pray for you?"
M: "What? Oh, sure!"
J: /lays a hand on my shoulder..."Dear Jesus, thank you for Mommy...getting sick. Amen."
...thanks? ;-P
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