today charles was preaching at another church, so i took the kids to church. the choir sang "cantata" from handel's messiah and it never fails to amaze me how a relatively small church such as Union can produce such talent. we are so blessed.
i taught sunday school, and instead of my usual 13 kids, only seven showed up. this was a big change for me. pastor marybeth and i reckoned that mummies and daddies were having a little lie-in, and i am glad i don't teach 11am sunday school because those classes were likely packed.
after sunday school i stayed behind to clean up my class. we had been making a crafts project that involved glue, and naturally, a lot of glue was on the table and i wanted to get the table cleaned so it wasn't sticky for the next class. this took a bit of time, but i knew my girls were next door, finishing up their crafts project.
right?
until they weren't.
terri was greeting, so when i couldn't find my girls i knew that they hadn't roamed down the stairs and to the busy street, because terri wouldn't have let them out unless they were with an adult. so that was a bit of a consolation. so where were they? normally i didn't have to look further than the biscuits and lemonade tables to find the kids...why was today different?
why why why?
where where where?
finally i collared carys. she looked sufficiently subdued and quite guilty that i couldn't find her.
where's your sister? i asked, knowing they had likely been together.
she shrugged and looked vague, and shifted her attention to the sweeties she was holding.
it was 11.30, the second service was in full swing. i couldn't scream out fishwife style for sela, but suddenly i saw my daughter dashing through a corridor.
sela i trilled, a defiant smile on my face.
sela caldwell!
she ran in another direction.
i grimly said to carys. let's go.
we trotted after carys, trying not to interrupt the u-cafe. because the sanctuary is so full, the service is broadcast into the fellowship hall, where they hold live music and serve coffee and is a great family type service.
in the kitchen, i didn't see sela, but i found grant and i knew i was getting closer to solving the mystery.
grant was sopping wet and naked from the waist down. his father was with him.
"are you looking for sela?" he asked me
yes, i replied. i reckon she has something to do with this?
well, indirectly. they were in the baptismal tank, dale enlightened me. and of course there is a baptism today, which is why the tank is full....
well there you go.
of course, the baptismal tank is in full view of half the church, so i think a good portion of the church was distracted by the kids today.
i found sela, very repentant and dry "grant was the leader mummy" a few minutes later. she was clearly hiding and was not about to reveal where she had been. when i told her i knew about grant, she gave me that look to say, "oh, you knew about that? funny business, that..." but i quickly told her i was not impressed. next week they aren't going to be able to race around and stuff biscuits into their mouths while i clean up my room...they're going to have to sit in my room and wait with me. for the next two weeks i think.
trust five year olds to find the full tank and just decide to test the waters! this could have gone so very very wrong. i am so grateful they were safe.
Ahhhh this one made my stomache hurt from laughing.. She is soooo your daughter xoxox
Posted by: Auntie Pammie | December 13, 2009 at 01:00 PM
Oh Tess my dear friend, I know I know I know... they were very naughty... but how deliciously naughty!!! Can you picture them a bit older telling their children about today? I loved it, tks for sharing!
Love and hugs
Odila
Posted by: Odila Braga | December 14, 2009 at 08:00 AM
you are kidding! what delightful naughtiness.... and yes, so glad nothing worse happened. :) punishment sounds very appropriate!
Posted by: katrina | December 14, 2009 at 10:24 AM
LOL! Oh, that's too funny, Tess--and they say the boys are the ones that keep us on our toys! I beg to differ--I've got one of those kind of girls, too. I've told many that she'll either kill me or keep me young and I still haven't made up my mind which one it will be. I would have loved to be sitting in the service, though, to see the antics!
Posted by: Ekda1961 | December 14, 2009 at 02:05 PM
Guess I should have previewed that one before I posted! That would be "toes," not "toys."
Posted by: Ekda1961 | December 14, 2009 at 02:06 PM
Not telling mum where they have been - already getting you set for the teen age years.
Posted by: joeinvegas | December 15, 2009 at 07:04 AM
Your mother has cranked up the Prayer Chain so all might be forgiven.
Love to all....Dad
Posted by: Dad aka GDad Blake | December 15, 2009 at 07:22 AM
Great story, Tess! How do they find the one place they SHOULDN'T be...... and find it so easily? So glad all turned out well.
M xox
Posted by: Mo aka Maureen aka Grandmother aka Mum | December 15, 2009 at 09:18 AM
Great story!
Posted by: Vapork King | January 18, 2010 at 10:29 AM