You've got to know Atticus. He's the feisty son of my only sister Katie. Surely you remember Katie . Katie, that is good at everything (except spelling), and can whip anything up that's super cute or tasty in a moment's notice? Of course you remember Katie. Nothing was ever hard for Katie until she had Atticus. He cried night and day for 4+ months. Prevacid saved the day for awhile, so then he only cried, you know, 12 hours a day.
Atticus, handsome devil with the raspy voice, still keeps Katie humble. He is a sweet little heart with the stubbornness of his mom and his dad put together (believe me, that's a lot). He and Hazel are a combo not to be reckoned with. He knows just how to push her buttons, and he loves to do it. And she screams and squeals and cries at the slightest hint of irritation. But other than that, they're the best of friends!
So it happened that I was helping babysit Atticus and his little brother, Jones, while Katie and Lance were in Florida. I came downstairs just in time to witness Atticus whacking Jones in the stomach three times. I swooped him up and put him in timeout, which this time (it changes) happened to be in the bathroom. I stood holding the door (I'm no dummy!) while he twisted the knob. He tried a few other methods and then stopped. I heard him talking, so I got closer to the door to listen.
"Dear, Heavenly Father, Jaynie put me in time-out. I hit Jonesie and Jaynie put me in time-out. Heavely Father, please help me open the door."
Oh my gosh, he's praying.
I stood there aghast. He was praying to get out of time-out. You can see what a delicate situation I was in. I was now in control of whether his prayer was or wasn't answered. Great. He should be in time-out (those were big whacks!), but he should know God answers prayers....I held for ten more seconds then opened the door.
"Atticus, I was so sad-"
"I know how to open that door."
"You just do this." (he twists his hand in a circular motion)
And just like that he was out of time-out. I sat there as he zipped past with a quick 'sorry' to Jones (it used to be only sor cause he refused to give Katie the satisfaction of the whole sor-ry, so admittedly, this was better) and had to laugh. This little sweetheart prayed when he was in trouble. But you'd better believe he was not going to let me know about it. And that, friends, is Atticus. I love that little boy.
Also heard from Atticus's mouth during Katie's trip to FL:
To Hazel: "My mom said she's always right and Jaynie's always wrong." (Real cool, Kate)
To me: "My mom said it's okay if I want to kick that popcorn bowl that Hazel has." (Seems a little strange, Kate)
To Grandma: "My mom says if I want to be mean I can." (Again, I don't get this kind of parenting, Kate)
And: One more sincere prayer in time-out at Grandma's house. (Something I think Katie really can take credit for, pretty wonderful.)