Sacrament Shenanigans

Really, what was I thinking today when I let Camden pick our seats in church?  What was I thinking when I happily plopped down dead center in the front row?

I certainly wasn't thinking about my children's Sacrament Meeting behavior, if you know what I mean!

Oh, you don't know what I mean?  Well, let me just share today's excitement.  It was a good one...

We made it through the Sacrament prayer before it all went wrong.  But then, well, it all went wrong.

Camden climbed into my lap and started asking, in his not-at-all-quiet little voice, "Why do you speak so mean to me?  Mommy, why are you always so mean?"  Over and over and over.

I shushed.  He said, "See?  You're talking so mean to me!"

I glanced up at the stand.  Yep, the bishopric had definitely heard.  I bowed my head.  See, I'm sitting here being reverent.  (That, and I'm avoiding all eye contact.)

And Camden's comments continued.  Then he paused, folded his little arms, and bowed his head for the next prayer.  Oh thank goodness!  It's over!

But no.  We said "amen."  Camden said, "Mommy, why are you so mean to us?"

And that's when it happened.  I lost it.  I got a case of the giggles.  I mean, really, the whole situation was so ludicrous.  And it struck me as very funny.

Camden did not see the humor.  "Mommy, stop laughing at me!"  That made me laugh harder.  And every time he told me to stop, my fit of giggles got worse.

I never once looked back up to the stand again.  But I'm sure they were entertained.  And that entertainment is going to have to carry them through all the coming weeks, when my little family will be sitting deep in the back of the cultural hall.  Where we belong.