Matt was working late the other day, and I had made a nice turkey dinner with all the fixings, but as I was getting ready to bring the kids in to eat, the phone rang. It was my RS Pres. And it ended up being a very long, involved conversation, during which several kids were tugging at my legs, asking about dinner, I'm hungry, he's not sharing, you know, the usual stuff, and I just kind of ignored them, because I had a minnie crisis on my hands regarding a planned activity. By the time I got off the phone, and rounded the corner to the kitchen, Chandler had a butter knife, and was trying to saw the drumstick off the turkey, and had already dished up plates for his brother and sister. Suffice it to say, the kids were hungry, and digging in, and prayer was skipped. Well, about halfway through the meal, my perfect one says, "you know what would make this meal even better mom?" (uh oh, here it comes, I knew it. Don't you hate it when your kids catch you being less than perfect?) "PRAYER" Chandler Morgan and I all stopped, mid chew. "sure Gabe, would you like to say it? Chandler, put down the turkey leg and fold your arms. Morgan, stop shoveling, fold your arms, and close your eyes." Gabe was in the middle of one of his incredible long, but very thoughtful prayers, and I glance up to make sure the other two are behaving...And I see Morgan, with one arm folded, reach over to her plate, eyes still closed, grab a little hand full of corn, and quickly cram it in her mouth. Then fold her arms back, like a little angel. But then I look up, and she's doing it again. All through the prayer! I guess I need to feed her more, if she's so hungry she has to hoard vegetables during prayer.

We're still praying, and Morgan is still eating!