Sunday, June 15, 2008
On the way to church this morning I realized I was sticking to my seat...hum with a little twisting and turning I found the chewed up sour patch kid attached to my bum. I freaked out...you would too if you realized in about 15 min 500 eyes were going to be focused on your sticky, gooey bum. The primary children were singing today and I would be leading. I am positive the main focus would the 200 children on the stand however this was a disaster to me. (not Ryan) upon arriving at church Ryan, the kids and all Ryan's stuff piled out of the car. While I tried to figure out how I was going to make it to the bathroom with no one stopping me or saying...."holy cow what did you seat on". I parked the car with plans to run to the nearest restroom with a whole box of wipes. About 5 min later the scrubbing and swearing had ceased. It was going to be OK. Thank goodness dark brown does not show red sour patch kids very well. Ryan was right it would be OK. As I walked with confidence to the chapel I thought that I sure needed to apologize to him for freaking out. But Ryan was not in the chapel. Someone was in our row!!! OH no...I am not apologizing now. Where was he? I entered the lobby to find our children running everywhere....well all of them except Charles....he was on the floor tucked in the coat area just in a diaper....What! Ryan was hovering over him as he was kicking and screaming. No sooner then "What happened" left my lips. Ryan turned around and I had NO more questions. He was COVERED in pancakes, strawberries, bacon, syrup, OJ and a little root beer Popsicle. All the fixing's of a Father Day breakfast! Apparently it started in the chapel and Ryan raced out to the lobby! Now my little sticky bum was nothing compared to this priceless return of Father's Day Breakfast!