So last week we were a few minutes late to church. It was fast Sunday and our ward was packed with visitors for baby blessings and a baptism. We squished into a row in the overflow with only 5 empty seats--assuming
Gdog would sit on
someone's lap. S was still printing out his lesson at the house when we left, so he was a few minutes behind us. When he arrived he opted for a seat 2 rows in front of us. (Hey is there room up there for me? How did I end up with all the kids. :))
Just after the sacrament,
Gdog realizes Daddy is sitting in front of us. "Hey" he whispers. "Hey Daddy" (getting to the full volume of whisper) "Hey Daddy!!" S afraid of the ramifications of not acknowledging him, turns and smiles.
This however does nothing to discourage
Gdog."Daddy we are back here. Can you see me?"
Now S knows if he doesn't respond there will be more people listening to the discussion than the row in between us, so he responds whispering "I see you
Gdog. I have to sit here because there is not a chair for me back there."
Gdog looks around, then moves to the other side of M. He taps the teen sitting next to M (who BTW is visiting, not a member of our ward). Then in the loudest mad whisper his 4-year old self can muster he says "You have to move." She smiles trying to hold in a laugh. "Now! That is my Daddy's chair and you took it."