Mooter is nearing the end of her Kindergarten year. She’s come quite a ways from the bashful, mush-mouthed runt she was in August to the clearer speaking but barely audible, bashful young lady [I think I just died a little when I typed that].

Her teacher has assigned her end-of-year projects that she will get tested on at the end of this week. Her assignments are to have memorized the following:

We’ve been practicing and it seems like she knows her stuff. “Her stuff” meaning how the prayers should go. Now, if they make sense, well… um…

“Mooter, say the morning prayer.”

“Good morning, dear Jesus, this day is for you. I ask you to bless all I think say and do. Amen. [motions the cross] In the name of the Father, Son, Holy Spirit, Amen.”

“Alright, that was good. The Our Father.”

“Our Father?”

“Our Father, who art in heaven…?”

“Ooooh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Our Father, art n’ heaven, halo be the name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earf as it is in heaven, give us ‘dis day, the daily bread, and forgive… um… forgive… Mommy, what’s that word?”

“Trespasses?”

“YEAH! Forgive the truss… um…”

“OK, let’s skip that one for a minute. Give me the Hail Mary. Sock it to me.”

“Hail Mary, full of grace, Lord is wiff dee. Blessed art thomong a men, and blessed is ‘da fruit of tie yoom, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for the sinners now, and at the lawro deff.”

You looked it up. Need I say more?