I see his little folded hands. I see him bow his head and pray over his bowl of sugar puffs. I wonder what is going through his mind as he talks so long to the God of the universe. I smile, resisting the urge to giggle. I'm praying myself. I'm receiving the answer to my prayers in this moment in the kitchen, perched on stools, sitting next to each other, praying over bowls of sugar puffs.