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We have to work to keep Savannah at the table during dinner time. She tends to leave the table to get this or play with that. So now she has to ask to be excused from the table. She wanted to look in the refrigerator to put something between her buttered bread to make her own sandwich. I made her sit down so that I could look. She very unhappily complied.

I stood beside her, putting more food in front of her. Her legs hung off the side of her chair sort of pushing/kicking on my legs but not mean or hurtful. Walking away to the trash can I told her she shouldn't kick at her mama. I said, "God sees everything we do. He knows everything we think and say. It makes God unhappy when a little girl kicks at her mama."

I heard her saying something low. I heard God's name. So I sat down at the table and said, "Did you say something?" She answered, "I was praying." I asked, already knowing, "Will you tell me what you were praying?" She said, "I told God I was sorry for kickin' Mama." So I told her that was very nice.