It was a difficult morning for worship. Nathan threw down the gauntlet and refused to go to his class. Daddy threw down his gauntlet. There was a different pair of hands for Timothy which caused some tears. I sat with Joshua and Sarah as they yapped, drew, sat, stood, sang, and yapped...they weren't naughty, just so busy. I took all of the above in stride until Sarah said,"What the?!" really loud during communion. You know communion, when all should be quiet and still? Except for my daughter of course.
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We were out-of-town, however, if we'd been at church I assure you I wouldn't have noticed as I'd have been shushing my own kiddos. :)
Oh, I have spent many, many a church meeting trying to hush my screaming kiddos. Ahhhh. At least we can blog about it, right?
I wouldn't have anything else to blog about! :)
I thought my little proto-Feltons were the only kids that made 'out-louds' during the service.
My son likes to wait until right when our Pastor starts to pray to do his Michael Buble impression (that happens to be his favorite singer) - and for whatever reason, he enjoys walking over to the mini-blind cord and using it for a microphone! AHHH!!!
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