The other day I was helping Veevs say the opening prayer at church. She got to use the microphone, and like her mother, she likes microphones a lot. This is what it sounded like:
Veevs: Dear Heavenly Father:
Mom: (whispering prompts) We're thankful for this day.
Veevs: We're thankful for this day.
Mom: We're thankful for our teachers.
Veevs: We're thankful for our teachers.
Mom: Help us to be good.
Veevs: Help us to be good and kind.
Mom: Help us to be reverent.
Veevs: Help us to be reverent.
Mom: (signaling the end of the prayer) In the name of Jesus Christ . . .
Veevs: (whispering furiously back) No! I want more!
Mom: We're thankful for Jesus and the Atonement.
Veevs: We're thankful for Jesus and the Atonement.
Mom: (once again signaling the end) In the name of Jesus Christ . . .
Veevs: No!
Mom: Okay, last one. Thanks for this beautiful day.
Veevs: Thank you for this beautiful day. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.
Later, I asked her why she didn't end the prayer earlier. She looked at me innocently and replied, "Because I really like to use a microphone, Mom."
Tomorrow, if I feel inspired and me-centric, I'll tell you how I know this trait was passed directly from my gene pool.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Microphone Madness
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4 comments:
that is hilarious!
it's funny how some of us are secretly terrified of the spotlight, and some of us secretly covet it. That was a funny story.
I love it...!!
I was more of the terrified of the microphone kind of person...but I love that some aren't! Those are the kids that make primary the fun-loving place that it is!
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