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.
