Bedtime prayers

I was nursing our little ADD baby upstairs while BC and Daddy read their bedtime story and prayed their prayers down in the basement by the Christmas tree, the lights of which cause the little man to forget entirely what he's supposed to be doing, i.e. nursing. I heard BC climbing the stairs and saying to her Daddy, "May I teach him prayers?" He said she could.

She then came barreling into the living room and rattled off, rapid fire, the Lord's Prayer, the Nunc Dimittis, a Hail Mary, the Apostle's Creed and the prayer to St. Michael the Archangel. There were very few stumbles, and all were delivered in an attitude of true earnestness. I told her just how proud I was and gave her a big hug.

Then Daddy took her to change her diaper and began teaching her Christ's Greater and Lesser Commandments. She could not wait to get in to the living room to teach her brother. She was a bit shaky herself, but she took her job of teaching them to him with utter seriousness.

Quite the big sister, I'd say!