The South

Where tea is sweet and accents are sweeter; summer starts in April; front porches are wide and words are long; macaroni and cheese is a vegetable; pecan pie is a staple; Y’all is the only proper pronoun; chicken is fried and biscuits come with gravy; everything is darling and someone is always getting their heart blessed. -unknown

Monday, September 12, 2011

Behind the Scenes Sunday.

Does God have a sense of humor? I have always thought he has. I sure hope so.

This is how worship went with my two lovely, angelic children yesterday…

During the morning worship service, Reese was sitting between my mother and I. Apparently he got a hold of a hang nail, and pulled it off. Then his finger began to bleed, but not too badly. He proceeds to show my mother his hurt finger by lifting his hand up in the air, and giving her the bird….for all the world to see. Our great friends always sit behind us, and I immediately heard some snickering, which got me to laughing too. You just don’t see a kid giving his grandmother the bird during church that often.

Nice one!

We went to lunch after church at the Faulkner cafeteria, and had a meeting regarding Lads to Leaders in the president’s dining room. My kids got bored really quickly. I let them go outside and hang out with some other kids, whose parents were in our meeting too. They seemed to have a great time. Well, last night at church the mother of the kids comes up to me laughing and said that when her two got in the car they said, Brooks and Reese can say the “F” word. For a second I was frantically racking my brain wondering which “F” word she was talking about, and since she was laughing I knew it couldn’t be that “F” word. (Which for the record, my kids don’t know that one.) Apparently Brooks told them this joke: “What is invisible and smells like bananas?” Answer: Monkey Farts.

Lovely! Great….great.

Evening services began as usual. We have been encouraging Brooks to sing and learn the songs. He decided to sing last night and sometimes it just cracks me up listening to him sing. I shouldn’t laugh but it is funny!

A few minutes later I asked Reese if he had “pooted” because it sure stunk around us. He told me no, then lean over my mother and I and whispered loudly asking Brooks if he farted. Brooks said no. Reese then leaned back to where he was, and whispered in my ear that he thought Gammie had done it. He was serious too!

Oh the joys of raising boys!!! Just keeping it real for y’all!!!

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Erika said...

Oh, that Gammie. She is a stinky one! ;)

Rebecca said...


Sylvia said...

The hen that cackles first laid the egg!

Leigh said...

I love those boys....but this once again reminds me I am not ready for boys. NOT AT ALL! :)

Rebecca said...

Oh Leigh, I wasn't either! I thought, "What am I going to do with a stinky boy?" But now, I can't imagine our life with out "the stink", if that makes sense.

carrie said...

A world with boys is never boring! This post cracked me up!

Louise said...

Funniest post I have read all day!!! They absolutely crack me up!! :)