T is closing in on Three

Sitting in Sacrament today T wanted to color. Not a problem, with all the extra things that come along in my church bag, I can find colors lickety-split. Or so I thought. No crayons came out with each desperate grasp, trying not to make any extra noise. (We had already been laughing with K - she got her first Wet Willy today). K got a vet kit and decided to bring everything to church, i.e. syringe, stethoscope, water dish, etc. in her church bag, and it rattled too loudly so I put them in my bag. Every colored pencil tip was broken, or in desperate need of sharpening. Alas, a washable marker...But he was so carefree and flailing the marker about the pew I got nervous and took the marker away. Trying to make a crying two year old comprehend why he can't color with the marker is near impossible. I asked him to hush, with no effort. "Do you want to go to the van" was next, no better. So I picked him up to take him out to the hall. He is still crying and yells out "I don't want to go to the van".

After Sacrament Meeting I got a few comments. One friend, "you made a great exit", 2nd counselor in bishopric, "I heard your son on your way out", and another recapped a story tol by some apostle that when he was taking out his son, the son turned and yelled for the bishop to help him. They were all in fun, and we had a great laugh. Kimber even admitted she was laughing. Her day is coming!!! As many times as she has laughed at what my children do...