Mountains of my life: Forever Soldier

In the middle of...

You're in the middle of... something. Your five-year-old comes to you, in haste, telling, "Mommy, mommy, I want to sleep beside you and daddy."

"Okay, darling," you say, "but only after what daddy and me are doing."

"What are you and daddy are doin'?"

"We're pray'n, honey?"

In the morning, again you're in the middle of... something. She, your five-year-old, comes to you, this time crying.

"Mommy, mommy, why did you transfer me to my bed last night?"

You didn't prepare for this, still you answered, "Oh darling, because that's your bed. You've got to be sleeping in your bed, you know."

"You're prayin' again?" she asks, still mad.

"Well... yes, thanking God for answerin' our prayer last night."

"You pray with daddy in the evenin', and in the mornin', under th' blanket, kissin' each other?"