I took the three kids to church this morning because I may go to hell for being irreverent, but I ain't going to hell for not teaching my kids about that ol' time religion. Without that background knowledge, how will they grow up to be irreverent, too???
We made it about 3/4 of the way through the service, in a very tiny, very old church with not enough people to mask the behavior of my own heathens, when Magoo started getting antsy. She had had enough and started stomping around, singing loudly, and generally being a distraction. I am good at hissing threats into a child's ear on occasions just such as this:
Fatty hissing to Magoo: "Sit down and be quiet or I'll take you outside for a swat."
Magoo, loudly: "Ou-siiiiide? Yes!"
Fatty the Snake into Magoo's ear: "But do you really want to go outside if that means you'll get a swat?"
Magoo: "Ou-side, yes! Schwat, okay."
I guess that is called having priorities.
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