Zanzi called fireworks Night Suns.
Zanzi said a prayer and included something about Papa in the prayer even though he wasn't in the room. Then Papa came into the room when the prayer was over.
Zanzi: Hey, that's the guy I was talking about in my prayer!
Mama: Zanzi, do you need to go to the bathroom?
Zanzi: No.
Mama: Then what are those wiggly moves your body is making?
Zanzi: My body is dancing 'cause I like the night suns.
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"night suns" -- I love it.
I love some of the things kids come up with in their prayers. Like, thanks for the small rock I played with all day and then threw into the river. Too funny...
SANDPOINT! That is so close. You should have called. Glad you had a good fourth of July!
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