For a special treat, we took the grade three and four students to the airport restaurant on the 2nd to last day of school. The teacher had preordered six extra large pizzas.
After the pizza was served, the kids sat in silence.
“We have to pray,” one of them said. The teacher was busy at the counter making payment.
“Andi will say the prayer!” It was decided.
A lapsed protestant, the first thing that came to mind was:
“God is great, God is good. Let us thank him for our food.”
“But you didn’t say ‘Amen,’” a small voice piped up.
“A-MEN!” I resounded.
“Amen,” the kids repeated and happily dove into their pizza slices.
I am glad my parents sent me to Sunday school.