I went to church alone a few weeks ago with Kate, Sam and Alice. Kate was upset over something I don't recall. She would
not sit on our bench, she sat on the row in front of us with her arms crossed in front of her, laying on the bench
on her face with her bottom
sticking up. At some point two women I don't know and who don't know us came and sat on the end of the row
blocking Kate's ability to re-join us. I didn't notice until we had taken the sacrament that these women didn't offer it to Kate. She of course noticed and started saying loudly how
hungry she was. One thing to note about our ward is that it is a
quiet ward especially during the sacrament. Eventually it was time for the water and again Kate missed it. I don't remember how that happened, she may have been pouting at the time and refusing it. Of course she eventually climbs
over the bench in front of us and begins saying
very loudly how
thirsty she is.
NO! She doesn't want Alice's sippy of water. NO! She doesn't want the fishy crackers. "
Mom, you're just going to have to go up there and steal that bread and water!" Of course the Berkmoes' sitting behind me start laughing, which makes me have to hide my smile from Kate and then she yells, "It's NOT FUNNY!" Eventually she is placated to some extent and calms down. At which point I wonder how any single parent could survive church more than once with more than one child?
