Grandboy is upset at prayer time. I was firm on the, “no, you can’t have a slice of pizza now” position:

Me: Ok, you don’t want to thank God for anything today. That’s ok. Is there anything you’d like to ask Him for help with?

Grandboy: Well, that mama stays safe and has good dreams, and the puppies stay safe and have good dreams, and me too. (Cracks a grin) But the next part, you may not like it…

Me: O really, what’s that?

Grandboy: Well I was going to say that you have bad dreams and the house gets destroyed, but that’s a bad prayer to ask for, so I pray you stay safe and have good dreams too.

Me (in my best “Princess Bride Grandpa” voice): Well, that does sound like a better one to pray for. I think you’ll sleep better too, knowing this house isn’t coming apart, huh?

Grandboy: Yes gwumpa but even if your house was destroyed I’d be ok, right? Cuz of my prayer?

Me: God works in mysterious ways, boy. I’d not push my luck.