Only you, Bibby.....

would tell a preacher how to pray.

During Wednesday night dinner at church our preacher, "Mr. Terry," (who we adore and has a great sense of humor) was standing next to us while Rev. Bolding said the blessing. Bibby you have always been enamored with him. He can do the fake, removable thumb trick and on the way home you were grunting in the back seat saying that you weren't very strong because you couldn't get your thumb off. Anyway, as we were saying the blessing, everything was silent, obviously, and I peeked at you. You looked like an angel with your little prayer hands up and head bowed. Then I heard you calling for Terry. I look over and you keep on in a whispering voice, "Mr. Terry, Mr. Terry." When he looks at you, you tell him he needs to get his hands up! You not only say it but motion with your hands in an upward waving motion. So, there you two are both standing there with prayer hands in place. It was priceless, only you, sassy frassy would tell a preacher how to pray.