Peyton likes to keep me on my toes. Let’s just say that.
Yesterday before sacrament meeting started, she was being too wiggly and irreverent. I took her out before the meeting began and talked to her about what was expected of her while we were in the chapel. We went back in and soon after, she picked up where I had interrupted her the first time, which earned her another private visit with mom in the foyer.
Third time’s the charm, right?
Nope. Not so much.
Right as the Aaronic Priesthood were passing the sacrament, she started again. I pulled her onto my lap, to whisper in her ear to be reverent only to have her start saying rather loudly: “Shut….”
Now with her most recent behavior, I expected “up” to follow that shut.
I got my hand over her mouth just in time to muffle: “Your mouth mom..”
I was so relieved that it wasn’t “up”, but slightly embarrassed that most of the people who were sitting behind us (we were on the FRONT row) heard.
Sister Alexander was laughing so hard, tears were coming out of her eyes, and a snort escaped as well.
(I am sure it helped that Peyton kept repeating it, just in a loud whisper.)
She kept apologizing for her laughter, but thanked us for the moment.
I hope little miss potty mouth stops her shenanigans soon.
