Pray for thine Enemy

Remember that Wii I talked about? Well, I was dumb and we got one for Christmas. I've developed a love hate relationship with it. My children are already addicted to it, but in a way that's nice. We now how some leverage for behavior in our house.

Andrew got grounded from the Wii the other day (again), and apparently Ethan was happy about it. For the last three nights he's prayed--"Thank you for Andrew gets grounded from the Wii." You can just imagine how well this goes over with a 5 year old. "Mom he can't pray for that. He's happy that I got grounded....wah, wah wah, etc., etc.," And the fit commences. I didn't want to make a big deal of it because then Ethan would think it was cool and keep praying for it the next two months, so I ignored it and tried to tell Andrew to do the same. He cannot.

So last night, Ethan was in the same boat (grounded from the Wii), but once again, gave Andrew a sly little look and prayed his thanks at Andrew's misfortune. To my surprise, no balking from Andrew. He just grinned and started praying--- "Dear Heavenly Father, Thank you for this day, Thank you that Ethan is grounded from the Wii..."