This afternoon I took the boys for eye check ups, and at the end Josh says to me 'My eyes are still there, and I am not blind or anything'. Goodness knows what he was expecting to be the outcome, our eye doctor is pretty nice!
Then at bedtime, he prayed that Nanny wouldn't get killed in battle. I gently suggested she probably wouldn't be in any battles and would he like to pray anything else too so he did, something about her becoming King. I think he was more than a little tired and wasn't going to think of much that made sense today.