Forgetting Something?

My girls and I read books together before bed every night.  I love to read. I can't stand reading the same books over and over and over again. I totally understand this is a good thing for kids - it helps with their reading skills and understand text and all that but I go slightly cookoo when I'm into the fifth or sixth review of the same plot line. This is especially true if its "lesser" literature. You know - the books that are really just marketing commercials for random kids toys. My little one made me read Shimmer and Shine's teanie tiny escape from a sparkly bottle one too many times recently. Anyway - I love to read picture books but seriously need new input. So we go to the library a couple times a month to restock. 

A couple days ago we were reading Ruth Chan's new book Georgie's Best Bad Day. Its about a group of friends who decide to tackle their rotten day with friendship and activity and end up having a pretty good day in the end. At one point we came to this page.  Poor little Sneakers's here forgot his breakfast.    

When I read this line out loud my youngest got it right. She said "Pants". 

Yes, forget the breakfast. What this little guy forgot was pants. My eldest and I both laughed so hard we cried.
This is why I read every night with my girls. It makes me see things in a new way.  I've been thinking about it all weekend. What critical  things am I ignoring because I'm too worried about my own grumbles? The sermon today at church was about prayer. The pastor asked "If we believe what we say we believe....why don't we pray?".  Good question.