Long Prayers

Some time this morning or last night...I don't know it was dark still... Andrew comes in crying. It seems their was "a crocodile in his room that spells his name A-N-D-R-E-W."
Andrew was weeping while making himself very cozy in our bed, cried that he "is NOT a crocodile." I, just wanting to get some sleep, offered a prayer. I made it short,sweet and to the point.

Ya' know "Please help Andrew not be a crocodile any more.In the name..."

Andrew calmly states as he drifts in to sleepy bliss that Heavenly Father is going to give ME bad dreams, because I didn't pray long enough. He said that Heavenly Father likes long prayers.

It wasn't until I promised I would talk longer with Heavenly Father in the AM,did he let me off the hook.