Yesterday as we went into church, we got seats on the side of the room near the very front. I thought Andrew was demonstrating his enjoyment of church services when he said, "These are great seats!" But then he added, "We're right by the clock."
Later, as I was re-clipping Andrew's bow tie I said, "Gosh! This bow tie is not staying on." Then the lady in front of me turned around and said, "Could I tell you something?"
"Sure."
"Gosh is a derivative of 'God' and it's offensive. I just thought you should know."
"Uh, okay. Thanks."
(Rex said I should have responded with, "Oh my heck! I'm sorry.")
Then Rex and I were peering over the church lady's shoulder to see if she were wearing a wedding ring just as the speaker was talking about Sabbath behavior and reverence in church.
After church, a member of the quorum of the seventy asked if our kids were drugged on Benadryl. I was disturbed about a church official asking us about drugging our children, but then he explained that he was just impressed by how quiet they were.
All in all it was a great day at church.
