This morning (yesterday, technically), late for church as usual, I asked Adam to help put together my bag of church essentials.
What I asked him to include:
What ended up in the bag:
My Bible (Oh, we're studying the Book of Mormon in Sunday School? Wheps)
A rape whistle Adam mistook for chapstick.
Well done, love. But thank you for helping out.
During sacrament meeting, after discovering my lack of preparedness for church, the ward primary program was announced. Whispers swept through the congregation. Now seriously, who doesn't love to watch itty-bitty, tone-deaf kidlums try to sing primary songs? The whole meeting was hilarious, in an "oh, how sweet!" kind of way. The funniness was increased by the fact that our primary only consists of 3 kids or so, and only one actually knew the words (or sang them). She liked the microphone quite a bit, and when one of her leaders tried to make it so we could hear one of the other kids, she'd nudge them out of the way until that microphone was all hers again. Oh, kids. Cute.