Sideshow #3

Ok, this is another one from the past, but I hadn't written it down anywhere and thought I ought to.

The following events are true.  Names have not been changed to protect the innocent.  Happenings likely occured when Liam was about four months old.

Perhaps slightly older.  I don't remember for sure, but he was at least old enough that he wasn't sleeping through everything anymore.  So, I had him out of his carseat and sitting on my lap.  And his sister was particularly antsy this day.  Despite my whispered warnings, she continued to play precariously on the pew.  And eventually fell off and into/onto baby brother's carseat.  As she began to wail, I abruptly handed Liam to the lady sitting in front of me with a quickly whispered, "can you hold him for a minute?" even though I'd already thrown him into her arms.

I scooped up the sobbing Lily and carried her out of the sanctuary.  After inspection, some stern correction and a drink of water, we determined that she was going to survive.  As the sermon finished and they began to flow into communion time, I decided it was a good time to reclaim Liam.  And I decided the three of us would be "observing" communion from out in the fellowship hall.  Good thing, because our sweet, almost-potty-trained Lilyanna chose those sacred moments to announce that she had to go potty in a voice and posture that clearly indicated it was already too late.  Amazingly, we had her and the spot on the floor cleaned up before communion finished and people were dismisssed.  It's almost miraculous what you can do when well motivated!