Praying or Pouting?

We went to Chik-fil-a the other day. Blake decided that he didn't want to share his mayonnaise with Jakeb anymore, so he kept trying to open his own packet. He handed it to me, and I told him to leave it alone. He could just share with Jake because there was plenty. He decided not to listen to me because next thing I know....I'm squirted with mayonnaise across my chest and my face!!!! I was so not impressed. I calmly wiped myself clean, and told him that he was supposed to put it down and not mess with it . He then proceeded to continue to mess with it, and ended up squirting it across the table onto Jakeb now. Jakeb had it in his hair.

I explained to Blake that I had told him not to do this, and that he disobeyed. We finished eating and the boys went to play except for Blake. He kept sitting in the booth just like this. I asked him why he was sitting like this and he said that he was "in trouble." (He must have inflicted his own punishment of a "time-out" on himself because I never did.) I waited for a few moments and asked him, "What are you doing?" He answered, "Praying!"