Max has a new thing. Most evenings -when he wins the contest of who gets to say prayer at dinner- Max blesses everything in the room, says amen and then celebrates with an air guitar solo. We don't know where this came from but I tried it in church today and it went over very well.
Try it in your own ward and see if we can get it to catch on.
Sophie uses her time in celestial suplication as a platform to pass around insults, for example: Bless sintky daddy and stinky mommy and stinky Max.
Thankfully Jake is not praying yet.