Joey's first prayer

My two year old son said his first prayer on Friday night. You can only imagine the well of tears in our eyes... It went down like this:

We'd just left Villa (an awesome, family-owned Mexican restaurant on Tucson's NW side). Martha and I had our usual - red chili beef quesadilla and a carne asada burrito - and ordered a shredded beef taco for Joey... of which he had none. So, as we're driving out of the parking lot, we're all chit-chatting in the car...

"Stop talking a me! I pray to God." Mar and I were stunned... We got real quiet.

"Jesus, thank you for my taco."

That was it. And I think it was a fantastic start.