Holy Terrors

Since our move to Wyoming, the boys have been surrounded by people making choices that aren't exactly consistent with an LDS lifestyle.  We've tried to keep things positive by telling them that people just don't know what Jesus wants them to be doing and that's why they need to go on a mission, so they can teach people about Jesus and how he wants them to live.  A couple of weeks ago, we were taking a walk on a Sunday afternoon when we passed by the Remys restaurant's very full parking lot.  Dash looked over at all the cars representing the "Sabath breakers", sighed and said, "Looks like there's a lot of people that don't know what Jesus wants them to do."

Speaking of what Jesus wants us to do, we were trying to say family prayers the other day. Of course the ultimate goal is to have all the boys kneeling reverently with their arms folded, head bowed and mouth shut, but we would take 1 out of 3.  As we began this particular prayer, Dash and Colt were both kneeling, but Sport was wandering about the room.  Brand started saying the prayer and Colt immediately began shouting at Sport to kneel down and fold his arms like he was doing.  This continued throughout the prayer, which was cut quite short, despite all the stern looks I sent his way.  As soon as Brandan said "Amen", Colt immediately informed us that Sport was being naughty during the prayer because he wouldn't kneel down like Jesus wants him to.

Maybe Colt is right and we haven't been doing a good job of teaching Sport to behave.  This last weekend was our Stake Conference and we had Elder Nelson attending.  Brandan and I both had meetings on Saturday afternoon followed by a short break and then the adult meeting.  Since we would be in Gillette, we decided to pack a potluck dinner with some of the other ward members and eat at the Stake Center between meetings.  We were lucky enough to get a babysitter for the older boys, but we had Sport in tow.  After the first meeting, I went out to the car to bring in our food while Brandan stood in the hall with Sport who was holding a small slinky toy.  It just so happened that at that time the Stake Presidency and Elder Nelson walked right by and Elder Nelson paused in front of Brandan and commented to Sport that he had the smallest slinky he had ever seen.  Apparently Sport took this as an insult because he immediately threw his toy at Elder Nelson.  At 87 years of age, Elder Nelson wasn't able to make the catch, but Brandan said he was impressed with his agility anyway.

Sport tried to look penitent after throwing his toy at an Apostle.