Church

We're sitting in church this morning and James is wiggling all over the bench. I've had to tell him several times to quiet down or get up from the floor and we haven't even heard from the first speaker yet. He climbs up on my lap and gets his face right up in mine and asks plainly, "What you doing here?"

I didn't have a ready-made answer for him. My first thought was, "'Cuz of you, silly."

And I felt a mix of emotions. Then a flood of questions. I wasn't sure how to respond out loud so I turned the question back at him, "What are YOU doing here?"

He just smiled at me and turned around.

Look! Me uh chimmunk!