Flaco was very hungry when he woke up (hambre hambre jugo hambre, please!) and so I sat him in his high chair and set up his cereal. I went about cleaning the kitchen, and when I looked several minutes later, he was just sitting there. I said "Lucas, come, come!" (eat, eat) but he wouldn't. Then i realized what he had realized long before...we hadn't prayed yet. (Oh, the verguenza!) So i said "Okay, vamos a orar" (in what I felt was a very pious voice) and we held hands and prayed. Then he picked up his spoon and ate his breakfast. I think I saw the little angel above his right shoulder flash a smile.