Last week in church I snapped a picture of all three of my kids taking notes in church. Sweet little angels. 😇 Not really. I mean, they’re sweet, but the angel part comes and goes…which brings me to this morning.
I was sitting next to Mack in church. The preacher had been preaching about 25 seconds when Mack leaned over and told me how hungry he was. I gave him a sympathetic look and patted his leg, and then I looked back at the preacher. Mack tapped me again because I evidently didn’t fully understand his dilemma. “I only ate pound cake for breakfast.” (Insert his pitiful face) I said, “Sorry.” Then, he said, “And I had Molly get me the smallest piece. I’m sooooo hungry.” So he had been SERVED his requested size pound cake by his sister. Will the boy ever get his own breakfast? I explained to him that he would just have to wait until after church to eat; I didn’t have a Big Mac burger in my purse today.
I picked up his bookbag and pulled out his Bible and notebook, hoping he might listen and take some notes or at least draw a picture to distract him from his empty stomach. He seemed bothered that I was unzipping his bag, but I continued to do it and saw a sword in his bag! I looked at him and asked him why he had a sword in his church bag. He told me, “I didn’t take it out,” and he, at the the same time, was trying to act as if he didn’t even know it was in there.
By this time my husband looks over and shhhhh-es me. Now Mack is happy because at least now he doesn’t have to explain himself to me.
About seven minutes pass when I feel another tap on my shoulder. I look over at him and he leans in to whisper, “How do you saw a person in half?” I didn’t hear him the first time so I leaned in again, and he repeated the question, “How do you saw a person in half?” I thought this was a joke or riddle (he’s been reading a joke book lately), so I leaned in again for the answer. He said, “Well, did you hear me??” I said, “Yes, I heard you. Is this a joke?” He, very solemnly, shook his head no. I suppose he just felt that at this very moment he needed to know how to saw a person in half. !?!?!
We were about to get in trouble from Josh again if he didn’t straighten up. I tried to get him to go to sleep, but he wouldn’t do it. Thankfully, the preacher was at a point in the sermon that he was telling an interesting story and showing a picture, so Mack was back into the sermon.
Whew. It was a far cry from last week’s experience as far as Mack was concerned.
Josh and I snapped a picture before church (at my request) because our outfits coordinated. And Josh LOVES when we match (insert dripping sarcasm and an eye-roll)!!
On a serious note, I love this guy. We argued off and on all week and most of the day Saturday, but we do love each other and appreciate one another. Our differences sometimes make us crazy, but those very things are what we both need in our lives. He’s a good, godly husband, and I am thankful to God for him and our kiddos.
And for Zaxby’s. We picked it up after church so that Mack wouldn’t starve slap to death before we made it home.
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You look just like Meme Rennison in that blue/denim dress 😉 So pretty!!