This has led to something somewhat unexpected that I don't remember ever doing as a kid: "Ooh, pick me, pick me!" the others beg, and then whoever's turn it is will (just to mess with them) name Cousin Margot or Baby Cash. "Aw, man..."
Or, on the rare occasion when their pleading pays off, there is always a triumphant, "Yes!"
Another favorite part of bedtime prayers is when one of the girls prays for our "excavated" family. They just can't seem to remember the right word and I kind of don't feel like teaching it to them, tee hee.