And the first shall be the last

What are the odds that Dick Cheney would have to go to the hospital for an irregular heartbeat on the very day that I questioned whether or not he was still with us?

I hate to say I smell a conspiracy, but it’s all very suspicious.

I’m kidding. No one has ever accused the government of having a sense of humor (unless you count the 700 billion dollar bailout) and I don’t want any government officials showing up on my door. It’s all in good fun. Rock on, Vice-President Cheney.

Anyway, a few mornings ago as I drove Caroline and her friend S. to school, I asked who wanted to pray for our day. They both yelled, “I DO!”

I said, “S. you go first and then Caroline.”

This was the ensuing conversation.

Caroline: “But S. went first the other day!”

Me: “Well, I don’t remember who went first so let’s just let S. go first.”

Caroline: “It’s not fair. She already went first.”

Me: “Okay girls. Pick a number between one and ten. Whoever is closest goes first.”

They pick their number and S. is the closest.

Me: “S. goes first.”

S: “Dear Jesus, thank you for this day. Help us to have a good day at school and please let us have fun and be nice.”

Caroline: “Dear Lord, please let Mama pick me to go first next time. Amen.”