When my twin daughters were young, I taught them to say this prayer before going to bed. As I listened outside their door, I could hear them say, “Give us this steak and daily bread, and forgive us our mattresses.” My husband and I always had a good laugh over this. That was over 50 years ago, and the memory still remains in my heart.

Groton, Mass.

My mother spent her early childhood saying, “Hail Mary, full of grapes.”

Missoula, Mont.

My son, who is in nursery school, said, “Our Father, who art in Heaven, how didja know my name?”

Uniontown, Ohio

I remember thinking this prayer was “Give us this day our jelly bread.”

Tampa, Fla.

When my husband was 6 years old, he thought a certain Prayer was “He suffered under a bunch of violets.” The real words were “under Pontius Pilate,” but at that age, he didn’t know better. To this day, we still snicker in church whenever that prayer is read.

Oak Harbor, Wash.

When my older brother was very young, he always walked up to the church altar with my mother when she took communion. On one occasion, he tugged at her arm and asked, “What does the pastor say when he gives you the bread?” Mum whispered something in his ear. Imagine his shock many years later when he learned that the pastor doesn’t say, “Be quiet until you get to your seat.”