My friend was sick this morning so her daughter wasn't coming over. At the news, D went to the chair and began to pray.
"God pwease wet Big Miss Stephanie feel better so Emma can come over."
He looked up and said to me "I sent God over to help Miss Stephaine...He's going bye bye to Miss Stephanie's."
Trent walks in from outside and D says to him "Look out Poppi God is coming froo (through)!"
