I want a cookie.

Franny makes spontaneous requests. She is able to ask for just about anything she wants using her words. We are so pleased that she is capable of this level of communication and know that it has taken a great deal of work to get her to this point, and we are grateful for all the help we've received from various people in achieving this end. However, her requests sometimes can seem a little excessive.

The other night I was on the phone and cleaning the kitchen before dinner. We had dinner planned and Franny came in and asked, or rather demanded, that we have bacon. Bacon was not part of our dinner plans.

"Just a minute, honey. Mommy's on the phone."
"Bacon. I want bacon."
Me on the phone: "Blah blah blah, kids are crazy, blah blah blah"
"Bacon, bacon. . . BACON!!!"
Me, firm and with authority: "Franny, I am on the phone. You will wait until I am finished on the phone and then I will make you bacon."
Her: "Bacon, bacon, bacon..."

So last night I was sewing and the girls were playing with Bobby on the bed in our bedroom and Franny said, "Cookie. I want a cookie. Can I have a cookie please?"

Now Bobby had probably just only minutes before procured for her a glass of milk. Her requests come rather frequently sometimes. Comfortable and settled on our bed, with two cute little brunettes under each arm and not wanting to venture into the kitchen again, he answered flippantly, "I don't know Franny. I'll pray about it." Franny folds her arms and closes her eyes and says: "Dear Heavenly Father, mumble mumble gibberish... cookie? mumble mumble he said no... Jesus Christ Amen."

We were unsuccessful at stifling our giggles and Bobby asked her what Heavenly Father said. She then said, "Heavenly Father. . . okay." Bobby said, "that's good enough for me!" And then he was off to the kitchen to fetch a cookie.