Olympics and the President

In August, we all watched and waited for Michael Phelps to win the gold all eight times.
And he did.
We cheered and I carted the two bigs to swimming lessons for the two weeks that coincided nicely with the Summer 2008 olympics in Beijing.
We celebrated with all of America and Michael's mom and sisters as the American darling brought us the gold again and again.
Boy were we proud.
Fast forward to November and the election. On the night after the election, we each took a turn praying for Barack Obama. Yaya Prayed that our sovereign God would lead him even now as he looks ahead with this country of ours. I prayed for his beautiful daughters that they would have grace to be in the spotlight as they live out the next 4, or 8, years of their very young lives. Notorious stumbled over his name (his vote would have been for McCain) and asked God to help him lead us.
Then came Pitufo's turn.
And it went down like this...
"Dear Jesus Lawrrrrd. Please bless our new president Michael Phelps."
I quickly prompted him with President Obama while Yaya covered and muffled her snickers.
And then we all fell apart after Pompey escorted them to bed.
Pretty good connection if you ask me. He KNEW he was important. Just couldn't quiiiiite remember his name.