She climbed into my lap and demanded, "Pi!"
At first I thought she was referring to her brother. "Is the baby Pi?"
Firstborn grabbed my hands. "Pi, pi!"
Not having the advantage of a title above the encounter, I was stumped.
That one I knew--amen. She was telling me to pray. And I couldn't very well say no, of course, nor did I want to.
Since then, we have been praying together several times a day. We pray for our family, for our country, for an end to abortion. We pray the Lord's prayer, Psalm 139, and Psalm 23. We sing songs praising God. I stop what I'm doing to thank God with my daughter. I think it's awesome.
I don't know how much she understands, but she's listening. She repeats names when I pray for our family. And she really likes the line about God's powder. You know... "Yours is the kingdom, and the powder, and the glory, forever and ever."