Another great memory...
As we were sitting in Sacrament Meeting on Sunday, I was *trying* to study my lesson for the 10 year-olds that I teach, but Caden was having none of it. He kept insisting on sticking his little fingers in the binding holes of my manual, right across where I was trying to read. After being told to stop repeatedly, I just resorted to brushing his hand away when he pulled his little attention-getting stunt. Finally, I was exasperated and swept his hand away with a little more force than the other times...you might call it a "swat". So, to "one-up" me, Caden shouted very loudly: "Hey, get the hell out of here!!!". Heads all around us snapped around, and we started hearing giggling, one of the sisters sitting behind my mother-in-law tapped her on the shoulder and asked, laughing, "Did he get that from Daddy or Grandpa?" and she answered "Probably Rusty, but you can take your pick!" Thank you Caden, thank you for keeping your mama humble and entertaining bored church-goers. (c:
