Torie was saying her bedtime prayers, so I quietly peeped her from the hall and she says:
God bless George (her stuffed animal)
And God bless my friends (she starts to get under the covers & sees me spying on her & restarts)
God bless my family and ... (pause) God bless America (very triumphantly, like she couldn't possibly have missed anyone in that attempt).
I love you Torie & am just glad that you pray at night.
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