We sink into our chairs around the table for supper. Everybody grabs hands, and holds them nicely. (Lucky, this time.) Then Elijah, my 8-year-old son, prays.

The first sentence or two blurs by, then I hear him hastily add…

“Now Lord, please excuse us because we’re really hungry! Amen.”

(The adults in the house shake with suppressed laughter.)

At least he asked politely.