I will admit my wrong. Bow Tie o’ the Sabbath and I paid almost no attention whatsoever to whatever was going on in Sacrament Meeting this afternoon. We met up with my Sister Who Wishes To Remain Nameless, whereupon we trekked to Bishop Travis’ ward in Provo for some spiritual edification. Luckily for me and my SWWTRN, Bishopette Collette remembered to bring Grace, their new munchkin, to church with her. So it’s Bishopette Collette’s fault we couldn’t focus our attention on the pulpit.
We love Trav and Co. Always have, always will. And we love church. But a baby is like a puppy or a fire in the fireplace. You can’t look away from them, whether they are doing anything interesting or not. They are near-hypnotic, enthralling entertainment, in and of themselves. If there’s one of these three things in the room, it becomes the centerpiece of everyone’s attention. If you’ve got all three, you’ve won the trifecta. The jackpot prize you receive is your own personal three-ring circus of fascination. And dirty diapers. One of those circus rings will need to be stocked up with diapers.
