Beowulf
01-22-2007, 12:53 AM
Ok, this isn't so much one funny saying so much as a tough day for daddy.
I have two daughters, Kacey 2 and Katrina 4, and for her birthday Katrina wanted to go to church. This is NOT something I normally do, but she insists, and I DID promise we could go out to the destination of her choice. We were running late for church because of the party preparations when Kacey suddenly decided she wanted to come as well. Big rush, clothes flying everywhere and finally daddy gets both girls in the car while mommy stays home to bake the cake.
On the way to church Katrina, out of nowhere said "Daddy! You weren't teaching peace!". She says this in a very accusatory tone. I ask her why and she said "You smashed the cockroach. That is not teaching peace."
"It is OK to kill a cockroach." I said.
"But you didn't use your words. You should always use your words first." Katrina said, while still sounding disappointed with me.
"Now Katrina, it was just a cockroach." I said.
"When you don't use words first, you make God sad." Katrina said.
I tried to explain further "Katrina, you should always use your words first when dealing with people, but cockroaches are different."
That conversation ended with my agreeing to try using my words first, and only if my words did not make the cockroach leave could I crush it with my shoe.
Thinking the worst was behind me with a mildly amusing story to tell, we arrive at church a few minutes late. I quietly bring the kids in during the opening hymn and sit down. Just as we are sitting down, Kacey lifts her skirt for the whole congregation to see. That is when I learned she had removed her diaper at some unknown time in the recent past.
Sitting her down on the chair next to me as quickly as possible and trying to help her keep her dignity was a challenge. As I am trying to get her to quiet down a bit, a nice man who apparently noticed the lack of protective covering on my almost potty trained two year old gave me a stack of napkins which I proceed to place Kacey on.
Unfortunately the napkins were an offense to Kacey and she needed to remove them from her vicinity by grabbing them and pulling them apart while trying to remove them from under her.
When I finally had this under control, if only for a moment, I look over to see her sister is gone. Fortunately I was able to locate Katrina quickly by the sound of her voice. Respectful silence for the prayer helped I think.
Turning to the source of the commotion, I see Katrina under another persons chair, trying to stand up underneath it and bumping her head, bumping the chair while the poor occupant tried to act like nothing was happening.
Shortly after that, the entire congregation watched me gather the girls back up and carry them back out the door and too the car. Katrina was upset because we were only there for fifteen minutes.
Demanding to know why we were leaving early I explained to her that I asked her several times to return to her chair and sit quietly and she knows the rule is that she must do what she is told the first time.
She asked if we could stay for the whole thing next week if she sat still and unfortunately I said "Yes" before I realized I had just agreed to take her back next week.
I am considering showing up with some sort of mask, but don't believe that will actually help me blend in.
I have two daughters, Kacey 2 and Katrina 4, and for her birthday Katrina wanted to go to church. This is NOT something I normally do, but she insists, and I DID promise we could go out to the destination of her choice. We were running late for church because of the party preparations when Kacey suddenly decided she wanted to come as well. Big rush, clothes flying everywhere and finally daddy gets both girls in the car while mommy stays home to bake the cake.
On the way to church Katrina, out of nowhere said "Daddy! You weren't teaching peace!". She says this in a very accusatory tone. I ask her why and she said "You smashed the cockroach. That is not teaching peace."
"It is OK to kill a cockroach." I said.
"But you didn't use your words. You should always use your words first." Katrina said, while still sounding disappointed with me.
"Now Katrina, it was just a cockroach." I said.
"When you don't use words first, you make God sad." Katrina said.
I tried to explain further "Katrina, you should always use your words first when dealing with people, but cockroaches are different."
That conversation ended with my agreeing to try using my words first, and only if my words did not make the cockroach leave could I crush it with my shoe.
Thinking the worst was behind me with a mildly amusing story to tell, we arrive at church a few minutes late. I quietly bring the kids in during the opening hymn and sit down. Just as we are sitting down, Kacey lifts her skirt for the whole congregation to see. That is when I learned she had removed her diaper at some unknown time in the recent past.
Sitting her down on the chair next to me as quickly as possible and trying to help her keep her dignity was a challenge. As I am trying to get her to quiet down a bit, a nice man who apparently noticed the lack of protective covering on my almost potty trained two year old gave me a stack of napkins which I proceed to place Kacey on.
Unfortunately the napkins were an offense to Kacey and she needed to remove them from her vicinity by grabbing them and pulling them apart while trying to remove them from under her.
When I finally had this under control, if only for a moment, I look over to see her sister is gone. Fortunately I was able to locate Katrina quickly by the sound of her voice. Respectful silence for the prayer helped I think.
Turning to the source of the commotion, I see Katrina under another persons chair, trying to stand up underneath it and bumping her head, bumping the chair while the poor occupant tried to act like nothing was happening.
Shortly after that, the entire congregation watched me gather the girls back up and carry them back out the door and too the car. Katrina was upset because we were only there for fifteen minutes.
Demanding to know why we were leaving early I explained to her that I asked her several times to return to her chair and sit quietly and she knows the rule is that she must do what she is told the first time.
She asked if we could stay for the whole thing next week if she sat still and unfortunately I said "Yes" before I realized I had just agreed to take her back next week.
I am considering showing up with some sort of mask, but don't believe that will actually help me blend in.