"I have to say my pwayers first," said Philip. "I can't never go to sleep wivout saying my pwayers." He knew that this was an exercise which could be prolonged indefinitely.
"Well, go on."
"I have to kneel down first."
"Kneel down then."
Philip slipped out of bed and stood before him.
"I have to put my head on somebody's lap."
"Put it against my knee."
"I can't. It has to be somefin' soft."
"Kneel down by the bed then."
"I can't say my pwayers to the bed," Philip said reproachfully. Then, catching sight of a comforter across the bed, he suggested, "Maybe you could make a lap."