To say that Tiger is not a fan of church is a bit of an understatement. I totally get it. It's hard for an active little boy to sit quietly for so very long when he is just bursting out of his skin the whole time. Some Sundays are definitely better than others, but this past Sunday was not one of them. He actually did really well during the first hour, but when it came time for him to go to Primary, he took a stand. He was done, and he let me know. As you can see he leaned back in the pew, put his hands behind his head and declared that he was all done with church and that he was ready to go home. I felt for him, but if the rest of us had to stay for the next two hours, then he was going to have to stay as well. It took awhile, but in the end he came around and agreed to go to class. After church he claimed that his class was a lot of fun and he was happy to stay. Whew. One more victory.
I wasn't sitting by him during Sacrament meeting and so I wasn't really paying attention to what he was doing. I just knew that he was quietly and nicely drawing in his "journal". Well, after I finally convinced him to go to class I got a little peek at his hands. It turns out that his "journal" wasn't the only thing on which he was drawing. Behold, Bob is on his left hand and Bob Jr. is on his right hand. What a goof.
Speaking of goofy, yesterday as Tiger was getting ready for school I looked over to find him hugging the refrigerator. "Look mom, you can't see me because I'm gray and white, the same colors as the fridge."
