We attended a different ward Sacrament Meeting yesterday, which filled Sam’s sweet little heart and mind with a lot of anxiety. He worried about where we would sit? Who would we know? what would we do if someone sat next to us....?
So so many things to worry about.
He snuggled up next to me, and for the duration of the meeting continued to say all sorts of embarrassing things at all sorts of LOUD decibels!
Like when, as the sacrament meeting was being passed (you know when ALL Is quiet!) he leaned over to me and said:
Sam: “Pssst Mom. How long is this cold of mine going to last.”
Me: “Sam- I don’t know. You’ll have it for a day or so. Now...shhh.”
Sam: "It’s just so hard, because when my nose runs my boogers get mixed in with my spit in my mouth and it's so yucky!” I tried my best to hush him but not until he'd already ranted for quite a bit about his runny nose.
After the first speaker, and musical number Sam was ready to go, and did not like the fact that there was still one more talk. Part way through the concluding speakers talk Sam turned to us, (and let’s face it everyone else 3 rows back as well) and said:
“MOM! When is this guy going to get off the stage already?!!!!)
Much to Sam’s relief the final speaker did eventually conclude his talk and sit down. Sam took as a cue to start dancing around declaring that it was over. (You see, we were headed for a special family outing right away, which I think contributed to his impatience. If I had just not told him the plan for the day, he could have behaved so much better!) At any rate, we wrestled him down long enough to participate in the closing song, but as soon as the closing prayer had been said- he shot up fast and happily proclaimed:
“It's time. IT's Time! IT”S TIME to GO!!!!!”
He was out the door and in the van faster then white on rice, leaving me behind to repeat in my mind the phrase my Dad always used to say about my siblings and I:
You can dress them up - but you can't take them out!
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