Dear God, thanks for the nice day. God, why do I have to get really big when I get older? I won’t fit into my Thunder Drums shirt, or my Awesome shirt, or my Pirate shirt. That’s so sad. And God, my face is nice and smooth, but when I get older I have to get prickles like Daddy. I DON’T WANT THE PRICKLES. In Jesus’ name, amen.