We were sitting in Sacrament Meeting this afternoon when the clouds rolled in and it started to pour. Anthony was sleepily cradled in my arms, and at the quietest part of the meeting, we saw a flash of light through the windows and heard a loud clap of thunder.
Because we’re idiots Because it’s a habit we started ten years ago, we sit on the very front row in the chapel. Imagine the delight of the rest of the ward sitting behind us when Alex and Kendra heard the thunder, giggled gleefully and Alex jumped to his feet and pumped his fist in victory. Hannah shrieked in mock terror, and Anthony opened his eyes wide for a minute, before smiling a drowsy grin and saying, “Awesome.” Loudly.
That was pretty much how my kids spent the remainder of the meeting– listening for thunder, watching for lightning (or “strips of bacon”) (yeah, don’t ask), giving the occasional high-five when the rumbling was particularly noisy, and giggling –loudly– about how cool it was.
It was cool, even I have to admit. (I don’t remember ever being in church during a thunderstorm, so it was a new experience for all of us.)
It was also embarrassing.
My kids are heathens. 😀