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My mom's favorite stories of what I did she always tells me when she gets a chance.
The first one is I went to a nice restaurant when I was about 6 or so, and after we got our food I stood on my chair and yelled at the waitress across the room "Are we allowed to use these?" while waving a cloth napkin. Because, of course, I had never been anywhere with cloth napkins. My mom was mortified.
The other one, I went to my cousin's wedding when I was a toddler (in preschool) and stood up in the middle of their vows, opened the hymnal, yelled "Jesus loves me!!!", shut the hymnal, and sat back down like nothing had happened.
I don't have kids... I hope it's okay to tell you my stories instead.
The first one is I went to a nice restaurant when I was about 6 or so, and after we got our food I stood on my chair and yelled at the waitress across the room "Are we allowed to use these?" while waving a cloth napkin. Because, of course, I had never been anywhere with cloth napkins. My mom was mortified.
The other one, I went to my cousin's wedding when I was a toddler (in preschool) and stood up in the middle of their vows, opened the hymnal, yelled "Jesus loves me!!!", shut the hymnal, and sat back down like nothing had happened.
I don't have kids... I hope it's okay to tell you my stories instead.