May 26, 2007
While attending church in Nana Byn's and Papa ron's ward we were listening to Uncle Brent give his homecoming talk. Micah had been whining about how thirsty he was so I finally told him to go ahead and get a drink but to be quiet and fold his arms. He left, walking very reverently and returned shortly after, the same way. This time he was whining that he couldn't get a drink with his arms folded! My son is SO literal most of the time!