Primary Program

Today was our ward's primary program and we were out of town the week proceeding it. As a result, Eli didn't have his part memorized.  He doesn't like to be prompted and so it went as bad as you can imagine. He starred at the audience for a minute, breathed heavy into it with both his nose and his mouth, got a few laughs and then continued. Finally, the primary leader stepped in and prompted his part, one word at a time.  He looked at his part on paper and looked into the audience, back and forth until finally he was done. Jared and I were red in the face and grateful it was done.
If that wasn't bad, let's not forget that I have two kids. Riley has a gift for choosing the quietest moments to voice her opinions. She loves to shout things like "All for each and one for all." Or "I get to do that next year." But the most embarrassing one was when someone was playing the violin and she blurts out. "What is that horrible noise?" I turn to her, red in the face and say, "No, it's beautiful music." She replies, "No, it's horrible."  Jared and I were so ready for that meeting to be over.

 A few weeks later, a ward member came up to us and said that when his kids give a talk, they would smell the microphone.  My kids are notorious for their character no matter where we live.