Those crazy kids

So today we visited a new church for the first time. We were already prepared for a different experience because we’d never been to a church of this denomination before. All was going well. The people were friendly, and in spite of the kids, we were not late. We went in and found our seat in the back row so just in case the little ones got restless, we could make a quick exit.

It started right away. the boy and girl decided to fight over the crayons given to them by the usher. “Shhh!!” I hissed. I just looked at my husband and rolled my eyes. Then they called all of the children forward for a story. They excitedly got up and went into the aisle. Our daughter was first with her brother trailing behind. As he ran, he tripped and tumbled in the aisle. He then got up and laughed loudly at himself. But it wasn’t over yet.

Once they were safely seated, our son stood up and began climbing up the steps.
When he reached the top, he stood proudly and yelled, “Look at me, Daddy!”
When he got no reply, he repeated himself loudly. The congregation laughed. I laughed, but for a totally different reason. Our two children then proceeded to chase each other back and forth across the front of the church during the story. I was horrified. Since we were the only ethnic couple in the room, it was impossible for us to deny knowing them.

We decided that we would never be invited back again. The members tried to reassure us that all the other kids had done this at one time, but I think they just felt sorry for us. It was good while it lasted. Did I forget to mention that my husband is a candidate for a position at the church? I guess he shouldn’t file his resume’ just yet.