A few months ago, my wife was lighting candles for Shabbos. My little daughter asked me, “What’s Mommy doing?”
I answered, “She’s davening while she lights candles.”
“Can I daven with Mommy?”
“Of course! Go daven with her!”
“Daddy, what do we daven for?”
“Whatever you want. You can ask Hashem for anything!”
So she walks over to my wife, puts her hands over her eyes, and says out loud, “Hashem, can You please make me a pizza?”