Sundays

Sundays seem to provide some of the funnier material for our family. It could be because that is when we go out in public.

Today in Sacrament meeting, during the Sacrament, John in a full out loud voice, started to say his prayers. It went something like this:

"Dear Heavenly Father, I thank thee for this bench, thank thee for bulldozers, and front loaders."

Then he proceeded to do vain repetitions and repeated the prayer over and over. The people in front turned around and asked if he was saying his prayers.

During dinner, Emma closed her eyes, and then reached out with her elbow and nudged Aaron and asked, "Is that you Dad?" Then with her other elbow reached out and nudged me and asked, "Is that you Mom?" Then with her eyes still closed stuck both of her elbows in her ribs and asked, "Is that me?"

For dinner we had waffles and eggs. Aaron cut John's waffle into the shape of a truck and had the eggs be a load of cement in the back of the truck. John was super excited. So excited that he just sat there for almost the entire dinner and played with his truck. He couldn't bring himself to eat it. He made up stories and would describe the additional features of the truck - like it had 2 ladders on it. Finally I had to tear apart his truck for him to eat it. Lesson is trucks are too exciting to eat.