I am still in the throes of booth planning and I will not bore you with all the sordid details. Because make no mistake: the details are many and each and every one of them is sordid. I would go into retirement after this experience if I didn’t have a slew of Mother’s Day promotions ahead of me. Maybe I’ll declare my break right before Father’s Day. Convenient, non?
Hurricane Hadley gave her first talk in Primary on Sunday. She is in the Sunbeam class – the youngest – and generally expectations are very low for their “performances.” With the exception of The Hurricane.
The Primary President asked a shy little girl to give the opening prayer and she ended up bailing due to stage fright. With her arm casually flung across the back of her chair, Hadley turned to her friend Jack (whose uncommunicative nature has his mother jokingly calling him her little Neanderthal).
“You know, Jacky? Some people are scared to get up there.”
Blank stare and then a grunt of acknowledgement.
“BUT NOT MEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
And she was true to form when it was her turn to give her talk. Jamie was there merely to assist as she brazenly grabbed the microphone, proudly held her pictures high and expounded the greatest doctrines of any 3 year old in the history of the world. I should know. I wrote the talk.
Her unabashed nature and conversation with Jack made me think back upon the good ol’ days when we went to Mother Goose Story Time at the library. She was the most animated baby and would always lead the group as they did the actions to the nursery rhymes.
Unless they made the mistake of not participating, during which time Hadley would stop what she was doing to waddle over there and physically force them to do the actions.
Because they were obviously too stupid to figure it out for themselves….
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