Thank God it's Butter

Tonight's dinner went something like this:

B: Not THAT placemat. I want the one with the "flyers"
H: Huh? We don't have a placemat with flyers.
B: Not "flyers".. "FLY--ERS" (wiggles his fingers)
H: Oh, spiders?
B: Uh, yeah. (sarcastic, 13-year-old-girl-eye-rolling-tone)
With the Halloween placemat in his spot, Ben is ready for dinner.
B: Let us pray. (really? It's nice, but not something we normally do.)
H: Sure.
B: (folds hands, watches to make sure we do the same.) Dear God... "fank-you" for food. Dear Mommy, "fank you" for food. Now we can eat.

That was nice. Last time he led us in a dinner blessing, he folded his hands, bowed his head and said, "Dear Ben..."

Halfway through dinner and after licking all the butter off his biscuit and leaving it on his plate...
B: Now let's do a new prayer.
H: Ok...
B: (singing: the ABC song) A-B-C-D-E-F-G- Thank you for the food we eat.
H: That was really cute, Ben. I like that one.
B: Thanks. Now I need more butter.