Riding in the car on Friday, Ryder asked, "Mom, how do I get a message to God?".
I responded with, "You say a prayer, Ryder.".
Immediately, I hear him say from the back of the car, "Father, Son, Holy Spirit. Dear God, its Me Ryder. Could you please make the doughnut shop be open after lunch? Amen.".
I love knowing that he already turns to God...even if it's for the doughnut shop.
UPDATE: This morning he woke up with a serious question regarding our previous conversation on getting messages to God. It went something like this:
Ryder: "Mom...where does God and Jesus put your message after they read it?"
Me: "They keep your words in their heart."
Ryder: "They eat our messages??".
In other conversations this is just in: Ryder: "Mom...getting married to a girl is disgusting. Right?". Me: "You're right, buddy...you think that as long as you want."
I love this boy more than his brother loves skittles...and that is a A LOT of loving!