Bring a Friend to Church Day

Today as we were walking (rushing) out the door to church Isabelle asked,
"Mom, can I bring a friend?" I looked at her impatiently & said,
"Sis, we're going to church. You can play on Monday with friends."
"No!" she said, "can I bring a friend?!" I started to get annoyed.
"You can be with friends TOMORROW." She was beginning to get frustrated and marched over to my desk, grabbed something & marched back.
"MOM. This."
"Ohhhhh, you mean a Friend....sure!"

Poor Isabelle. I really should try to slow down, stop & actually LISTEN. And, as I write this and am feeling more reflective, I'm thinking, "Why shouldn't she bring a friend to church?" That would actually be a great idea. If that had been what she really meant, I should have given it more credence. I mean, the time to think of it isn't right as we're walking out the door....but still. I totally dismissed the idea at once and maybe in the future if the idea is presented I shouldn't be so quick to say no. Anyway, the whole conversation was pretty funny. My poor kids; it really is tough trying to get my full attention.

Mimi went to Mike after I had done her hair and had her all girlied up for church and announced to him, "Dad! I look rabishing!" (ravishing) That poor girl really has the wrong mother; she should have some crazy pageant mom--she'd love the runway.

Max's pre-church moment was that, as I was mousse-ing up his spikey hair and trying to get the lid off the can, it popped right off and bonked him in the nose.