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Originally Posted by ThePrude that's adorable!
my brother and sister-in-law had taught their baby son to growl last year...it was really cute until they decided to go to Easter mass...it was still cute then but it's CHURCH!  |
Lmao
Were your bro & s-i-l mortified ? Or just un-bothered by it bc after all, little ones do sometimes act up in church (especially if it's a longish service)?
My parents had foster kids (some very long term so they became siblings in actuality if not in legality

) and one,my then-smallest brother Micheal, decided that the (Mennonite, long, and frankly pretty droningly boring that particular Sunday!) morning service needed to be ended right bloody now! So when the deacon decided to begin yet another excessively long,( repetitive even) unexpected prayer from the pulpit, Micheal (3 and a half yrs old at the time) decided he was OVER it and it was time for said grandstanding deacon to be over as well! Mikey pops up beside my mother, stands on the seat of the pew, and shouts "That's enough, AMEN!!"
hahaha My mother turned five shades of red, grabbed him, and tried to pretend we were all invisible. rofl Said deacon likewise got v red-faced and terminated his ramblings abruptly. His composure was certainly not helped by the fact that at least half the (large) congregation was stifling(or not!) a wave of laughter. Including even my surprised father. So we all got a stern telling off on the way home -- but it still is one of those family stories that gets retold with great relish.
Evidently Mikey is not the only child in the history of church services to have done this, or something similar. In fact, once at Mass in his parents' church, my husband claims that a little girl wiggled out of her seat, stood in the central aisle, and commanded loudly:
"Too long! QUIT!" at the priest! His sister confirms this, but his mother (naturally) denies vigorously that such a thing ever happened. Denial, how are you.
Loud groans from a little tyke would be even funnier imo. And I'll bet it too will become part of your family lore. *giggle*
Chyia, who of course was always an angel during those interminable 3-times a week Mennonite church sessions of my childhood