The Things They Say . . . , The Things They do

As nearly everyone in my ward has noticed, Sundays have started to be a little difficult for us, at least Sacrament meeting has. And by more difficult I mean more than the usual. Cause let's face it, it's never easy.
Our dear sweet Princess has decided she doesn't want to sit through sacrament meeting anymore. She throws fits, cries, kicks, rolls onto the floor, just about anything to push our buttons for no other reason than to entertain herself during this excruciating two hour torture session we, as her parents, have the audacity to drag her to. At least that is the only plausible reason I have come up with cause it isn't that she wants to go out. That threat still has enough sway that we can usually eek out another five seconds of quiet if we choose to wield it. Perhaps she believes we will some day give up and stop dragging her through this misery. But honestly she has to know there is no chance of that.
As a result of her EXTREME stubbornness we have been a bit more liberal with the drawing utensils during this most trying time of the week for two reasons. First it keeps the boys occupied entirely so we don't have to worry about their behavior on top of Princess' abominable performance, second, it does help entertain Princess a little.
This Sunday, given this continued pattern of behavioral anarchy, we once again distributed the pens and papers to sate the little sprite.
It worked, until . . .
We all closed our eyes for a prayer and opened them to find . . .

PRINCESS HAD GIVEN HERSELF WHISKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I would have taken a picture so that you could all enjoy this site, perfectly offset by her adorable dress and precious ringlets, but I took the first opportunity to wash them off, which was when she asked to go to the bathroom halfway through the meeting.
HAPPY SUNDAY!

On a brighter note I was able to hear WG give his Primary lesson during the third hour.
WG's new primary class is held in the kitchen and my Laurel class is right next door. Given the abundant volume WG is blessed with, and the echoing nature of the kitchen, I could here every word he said VERY CLEARLY.
At one point I heard the teacher ask a question to which WG gave a very detailed and lengthy description, after which the teacher proceeded to encourage the rest of her class to listen because that was nearly the whole lesson right there.
He is a bright kid and hilariously articulate for his age. My sister calls him Hermione, I just hope he grows out of the know-it-all stage before the other kids grow into the teasing phase.

Then on Monday I was talking to a woman that had never had the privilege to meet our dear WG. Noticing that he was missing one of his front teeth she asked how that was, to loose his teeth, to which he responded:
"Well somethings are just a work in progress."
I thought the woman was going to die laughing. It is always funny to see people's reaction to WG, that have never met him before.

. . . And he continues to bring joy to our lives.