A story so sweet and precious, you might gag:

Yesterday afternoon Brian came home for lunch. I left on a quick run. When I returned, Brian headed out the door to go back to work. Brianna, looking concerned, says "Daddy! Work?" I confirmed that her dad was leaving again to go back to work. She looked at us and said, "arms." I didn't know what she meant. She said it again. Then she folded her arms. I still didn't know what she was trying to communicate. I asked her what she wanted. She said, "prear." With her arms folded, I finally understood what she meant - she wanted us to fold our arms and have prayer before Brian left, like we do in the mornings!
On the count of three, everyone: Awwwwww.......