From the family devos tonight, when Hannah wanted to pray for her slightly under-the-weather brothers:

Hannah: “Dear Lord, thank you that David and Timothy are always sick.”

David (whispering): “Hannah, I have a cold.”

Hannah: “Oh, thank you that David is old.”

David (not whispering): “I am not old! I have a cold. A cold.”

Hannah: “Oh, thank you that David is in snow.”

David: “Uhh”

Hannah: “And thank you that Timothy always cries much. Amen.”