My sister came over for lunch with my nieces today, as I was working from home. They all need a bit of a break - the three-year-old had chicken pox a couple of weeks ago, and now the baby has it, so all normal social activities have been somewhat curtailed. To make the lack of sociability even worse, the three-year-old came out in spots the day after they got back from a visit to her seven American cousins - real feast to famine!
So I made the three-year-old her favourite meal, and when I put it in front of her she smiled and picked up her spoon and fork.
"What do you say?" prompted my sister.
My niece immediately put down her spoon and fork and gabbled, "BlessusohLordandthesethygiftsweareabouttoreceivefromthybountythroughChristourLordAmen", picked up her spoon and fork again and began to eat.
My sister sighed wearily and said, "Actually, the word we were looking for was 'thank you'!"