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Dum-Dum Confusion

To keep my two-year-old quiet during the church service, I have succumbed to bribery.

The kid has about three to four dum-dums each service, but hey, he's quiet and happy. He was on his fourth dum-dum when it was time for our family to go to the front of the sanctuary to partake of communion.

I set his feet on the kneeler beside me and then relaxed which I shouldn't have done. As we all got up and were about to go back to our seats, Grumpy whispered to me, "Mom, Happy dropped his sucker!" I said, "Oh! Okay. Well, go get it."

I had failed to inform myself of where said sucker was. I turned to go, but I looked over my shoulder to make sure he wasn't making a scene. Our son pushed his way past the people who were about to kneel, balanced his stomach on the altar with his feet up in the air, trying to reach the sucker that I now realized was on the other side of the altar.

Our curious expressions immediately turned dumbfounded. Our eyes grew big and our mouths dropped open. There were a few friendly snickers from the waiting people as Dad called in a stage whisper to Grumpy asking what in the world he was doing. Grumpy used his "indoor voice" to state his intention.

Since his efforts were in vain due to his lack of height, we finally shook ourselves out of our daze and told him to forget it for now. As we found our seats again, my sense of humor kicked in and I started giggling like a kid.

The responding smile and shaking of my husband's head only made me giggle harder. I realized I could respond two ways. I could either be embarrassed and give my son a lecture or chalk it up as another Grumpy experience and write about it. I chose the latter.

Comments

striving... said…
See and if it were me I would have had to walk out because I would not have stopped laughing, ecspeically if my husband was grinning about it too. How funny. I can just picture it all going down. LOL
March 27, 2007 at 9:18 PM
Gone for now said…
For those of you who might be wondering, the dum dum boy does not receive the bread and wine along with his sucker. He goes up with the family to receive a covenant blessing from the pastor.

Andrew
March 30, 2007 at 10:44 PM
Anonymous said…
Glad for the disclaimer, Andy.

I miss your kiddos.

Dee, hope you are enjoying The Idiot. It is my favorite book.
April 2, 2007 at 2:16 PM
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