Kiss and a Prayer

Kyra and I were sitting on the couch with each other on one of our together days.  Suddenly she looks at me and begins to cry.  "Mom, you didn't pray for my owie leg."  "Honey, I didn't know you had an owie," I said as I picked her leg up and kissed it.  If anything my kiss offended her even more because with a look of annoyance she informed me, "Mommy, kisses don't fix owies, prayers do."

We said a prayer right away...and her leg was fine after that.