Worthy Of Rapture-ous Applause
(I am two or three years old. My mom is pretty insistent that we go to church every week, but being a small child, I get bored easily.)
Me: “Mommy, I want to go home.”
Mom: “We’ll go home once the service is over.”
Me: “When will it be over?”
Mom: “Well, when the preacher gets done talking and sits down, we’ll sing and then we’ll have a prayer, and then we can go home.”
Me: “Okay.”
(There’s a slight pause, and then I stand up on my seat.)
Me: *as loud as possible* “YOU TALKED ENOUGH. YOU CAN SIT DOWN NOW.”
(My mom was mortified, but the preacher’s wife thought it was hilarious.)
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