Tonight I prayed with Mr Potatohead

I've been thinking about blogging for a while. Every now and again, something comes up and I think to myself, 'that would make fair blogging-fodder'. Tonight was one of those nights. I prayed with Mr Potatohead.
Joshua specifically asked if Mr Potatohead could join us for prayers, and I really couldn't see much reason to exclude him, so he sat on the bed with us. Joshua even laid hands on him at one point, but I think that was just a coincidence. So what's it mean? Have I completely lost it? Is it the final nail in the coffin of my sanity. Well I hope not. I thought maybe praying with Mr Potatohead was a reminder that prayer is a part of life, not something to tag on. And it's something we can do in the most ordinary of situations. That's not to take away from the awesome nature of prayer, but a reminder that prayer is with us through the most mundane of times too.
As it happens, tonight's prayer time was also the first time that Joshua prayed specifically for someone. I asked him what he'd like to pray (it tends to be of the 'thank you' variety - he's not yet three) and he prayed for Granny and Pops and Defa (their dog...).

And while I'm at it, I guess maybe I should explain my thinking behind blogging. (I'm assuming that this isn't the first and only blog - a testament to another failed 'that would be a great idea' moment) Well, I guess maybe it's a way of thinking almost out loud, but without needing people to be with you when it happens. I guess some of what I say will be for amusement, some to challenge (mainly myself, I would think!) some to nudge, share, and so on and so on. At some point, I'll probably explain more about me, but for now, the spotlight's on Mr P.