For those of you that know me, you know my husband
was, is and will always be a rock star. He still looks and acts like a rock
star.
OK
, here is the funny part of this story. Wednesday nights at church are for
adult bible study and the youth program. The youth are doing all kinds of
activities including some of their own bible study. My son, who has just gotten
used to being called a kindergartener, has had to transition to an older class
that he was resisting because he really liked all the toys in the nursery.
He resisted last week but this week he
did fine, accepted that he is a big boy now and went with his new Wednesday
night teacher. (yay for me)
My
husband, the rock star, usually works later on Wednesday nights so I am mostly
solo when going to church. I hate he missed last night. He grew up in this
church, went to school with most people there our age so they KNOW… he is the
resident & local head banger. At the end of the night each little class can
get up on the stage and tell the audience what they learned that night. And it
was time for my son to go up. He got on stage and did his ironman pose and then proceeded to throw some Rock and Roll horns in the air for
everyone. He then laid on the floor and did some kind of worm thing down the
steps and across the floor. Stood up, threw thel horns again as
if to say “Thank you ! Good night!”
I
had to wrestle him the rest of the time because he didn’t understand that his
moment was over and it was someone else’s turn. Thank God everyone knows the
boy’s daddy and not a single person was offended or surprised at what my child
did in the sanctuary. Nor were they surprised that my husband’s son wanted to
get back on the stage.
So
, for now, we have managed to avoid the prayer list and entertain everyone all
at the same time.
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