Misha and I made dinner together last night. It was a new recipe called Cheeseburger Wontons or something like that. As Chris emerged from his office in the basement, he was asking about the interesting looking meal. We happen to have a child that often complains about what was for dinner, so when Misha offered the prayer, she specifically prayed, "Please bless Dad not to complain." Chris and I both burst out laughing as Misha calmly finished off her prayer, maybe smirking a little bit.
