let me not forget...

the first sabbath of the new year. church at 1 pm. finally, we are on time. midway through sacrament meeting, i notice a few people looking our way and cracking up. huh. out of the corner of my eye i catch son #1 making horrible exaggerated faces, a la calvin. as i turn my head to have my own private laugh, i see on the other side of me son #2 holding his shoe up to his mouth and carefully, deliberately licking the sole of it, then releasing his leg a bit to gauge his work. oh  blessed sacrament time. this was, of course, after son #3 wiped a goodly bit of his gooey cracker on the white blouse of the wonderful woman in front of us. thank goodness the girls content themselves with whispering and applying copious amounts of lip gloss.