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You must read these comments.

If not, here are some of the highlights.

• My cousin worked at EFY when a girl in a testimony meeting proclaimed that she was unable to bear her testimony with words and proceeded to perform an interpretive testimony dance next to the pulpit.

• A well-meaning Primary teacher opened a sharing-time discussion of the priesthood by asking the kids to name that special thing that only boys get to have that starts with a p.

• My daughter is starting to potty-train and she likes to wear underwear over her diaper. Well, we were in sacrament meeting (it was the “farewell” of the Bishop’s son that day so the congregation went 1/2 way into the gym) and she was rummaging around in the diaper bag and found a spare pair. My daughter then held the underwear high above her head and shouted “Look mama! Pannniieeeess!” Everyone around us started to snicker and giggle and I grabbed the offending article of clothing and stuffed it back in the diaper bag. Well, my daughter would have nothing of that and started to scream “Mama!!! I neeeed my paannniieeess!! Please gimme myyyy paaannniiees!” Then she started to sob like I had stolen her favorite toy. It was just a dandy experience.

• My son is no better you know…this one happened after church, but it still counts. My daughter had lost one of her earrings in nursery and her leader was lucky enough to find it and she brought it over to our house right after church. Well, right when I answered the front door, my son decided that it was a good time to strip and go running around the house slapping his own naked butt yelling “Yeehaw!” I thought the nursery leaders eyes were going to pop out of her head.

• We were doing the sacrament program, and the sunbeams were supposed to say, with my help, and cute little sentence about a picture they were holding. They each took turns going with me to the little free mic in the corner of the stand. One of the kids was, well, a little big of a challenge. He stood at the mike, I whispered in his ear (I was crouched down by his side) what he should say. He then grabbed the mic, growled loudly into, tackled me in my skirt to the ground and starting biting my neck like an animal. The ward didn’t stop laughing for several minutes.

• Two weeks ago my 2 y.o. was especially rowdy in sacrament meeting and let out a gargantuan burp that the whole overflow heard and laughed at. Then, he threw a plastic doorstopper into the air, which hit the light switch, leaving us in darkness. I was smacking my DH to go get him as he was laughing out loud. At least the kid has good aim.

• My sister-in-law has a 3-year-old son. One day in sacrament meeting he stood up on the bench during the final speaker’s talk and yelled at the top of his lungs, “I want you to stop talking, so say “Amen” and sit down!”