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Original artwork by Elayna


We were sitting in church yesterday and Laynee was quietly coloring. It just happened to be one of the quietest times, you know, when someone is getting up to bear their testimony, and she taps me on the leg and not so quietly goes, "Look Mom. I made their tongues touch. Because they're married."
Yeeaaahhh.
The person who was at the pulpit gave a little snortle, and the 16 rows of parishioners in front of us collectively turned their heads to see who the little darling was that had just spoken. I'm sure my face was as crimson as a poinsettia as I whispered to the giggling woman sitting next to me, "What? At least she made sure they were married before becoming tongue-tied."  

Comments

Crystal said…
HA, Haaaa! Haaa, ha, ha, ha. OH, ha, ha, ha, ha. Wish I could have been there to see your face. Dillon told Jared, "Dad, I liked kissing Chelsea." What??? They are only 3.
March 8, 2011 at 9:07 AM
Vicky said…
ohhh I can't stop laughing, soo funny! ohh Layna you are soo funny, love you!
March 8, 2011 at 12:03 PM
Mandy said…
I love her, I don't know that having her and Kylie together during church would be such a good idea. They may have the whole place laughing. Give her a great big hug from us.
March 8, 2011 at 6:32 PM
Unknown said…
ERMA, ok that was too cute. Can you imagine what she really talks about when you put her in the nursery? I love it...I learn so much about what goes on in houses....from our 7 year olds that Bob and I teach...they are the BEST talkers...hehehehe
March 9, 2011 at 11:50 AM
sinika said…
So funny! ARe their bellybuttons touching too?! Haha!
March 10, 2011 at 12:57 PM
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