When the boys and I get in the van, we say (or rather, I say, hoping that they’ll pick it up) a traveling prayer. This Monday when we were all buckled in I began:
“Our Lady, Star of the Ocean, be our guide today; for all your ways are beautiful, and all your paths are. . .”
I stopped, teacher-style, waiting for one of the boys to chime in from the back. Thomas obliged.
“. . .cool,” he finished.
The word I was looking for is “peace,” but I can give it to him that he got the general gist.