Beautiful Prayers

I have hemorrhoids. I'm not gonna lie. I've had this recurring problem since I blew my hole in college, one time. They've just become another wonderful part of being me! I guess my daughter overheard me talking about it because when I picked her up from her very-Catholic preschool, she said (in front of her teacher, of course), "I prayed for you and Daddy today." "Oh, that's nice!" I said. And she continued, "for Daddy because he's sick and for you because your butthole hurts." Oh lord.