"I don't think Maggie needs more energy," he said.
"Huh?" I asked.
"Energy. You prayed that Maggie would have more energy."
"Shoot. I'd meant that for me."
But the Lord blessed her with energy anyway. The kid was up at 5:30 and was a tantrum throwing tornado all day. In fact, by 9 this morning, she'd so exhausted me that I piled the kids in the car and fled to my mother's.
What a day.