Tonight after reading bedtime books, Manchild told me a joke, then it was time for prayers. As I was praying, he interrupted to say he had another joke.
“Tell it to God”, I told him, getting him used to the idea of chatting with God anytime.
He closes his eyes, the room is silent. I ask if he is praying. He indicates that he is praying in his head.
Then I see his head shake back and forth, no. Then stop.
Then he shakes it no again. Then waits. 
Then he nods up and down and a big grin spreads across his face.
“Did God get it?” I ask him.
“Yep!”