a little background story to this line...A recent evening we were going through bedtime routines and Lyndon went potty. Right after he got a big drink of water. I mentioned that he'd have to go again before going to bed so he doesn't potty in the his bed. He steps over to the potty, a sec or so passes, then I see he has his eyes closed (tight) and he he's mouthing somthing. I felt pretty sure I knew what he was doing but I asked to confirm.
"I was praying to God to ask him to make a lot of peepee come out so I won't peepee in my bed."