Conversations with Maximus

[This little interchange happened as we were driving along one day. Max calls out in a panicked voice from his car seat:]

Maximus: Mom! I need to talk to God!

Me: Okay, what do you need to talk to God about?

Maximus: I need to ask God if, when I grow up to be a daddy, if I can have work.

And then he bowed his little head and prayed that God would give him work. Poor little guy. Even he is feeling the stress from the economy. :-)