Jimmy: Goodnight, little boy who lives on Venus (n.b., I told him every time he looks up at Venus in the sky, there is a little Venusian boy waving back).
Me: O.K. Get in bed.
Jimmy: Daddy, my prayed to God last night.
Me: You did? What did you pray about?
Jimmy: My prayed for my Legos to fall off the shelf (n.b., his Legos were put on the highest shelf in his closet until further notice because he was mean to his sister).
Jimmy, sighing: Yea -- it didn't work.