Nap Time

As usual, last Sunday Little Guy made it approximately 1/4 of the way through Sacrament meeting before being taken out. Here's how it goes down every week: Little Guy has a melt-down, usually about something really important like not being allowed to pull the carpet out of the hymnal pocket and suck on it, not being allowed to race cars back and forth under the benches with the little boy sitting 2 rows ahead of us, or not being allowed to grab an entire handful of sacrament bread.

I hand him off to Hank, who has taken it upon himself to be the sacrament-meeting-taker-outer (which I totally appreciate, by the way.) They go out into the foyer to sit, or into "room 5" if things have really escalated. After a few minutes, Little Guy calms down and gets the "privilege" of coming back into the meeting to sit with Mommy.

Last Sunday they went out and, curiously, never came back. Hmmm. Reed mentioned it to me after the meeting and wondered out loud where they were. We concluded that Hank had most likely fallen asleep and Little Guy was probably running around in the hallways by himself. Or at his favorite hang-out, the drinking fountain. He can occupy himself there for hours.

A friend of ours, who happened to be out in the foyer as well, was able to capture the evidence on his cell phone. He also mentioned that it really shook his testimony to see Hank like that during Sacrament Meeting. I guess Hank will have to answer for that one.