Murphy's law

Going to church with kids is like flipping a coin. You never know what kind of behavior will come out of them. Brooke made it through Sacrament meeting just fine last Sunday. This Sunday, Perry couldn't stop talking, Sage couldn't stop laughing and Libby couldn't sit down. Brooke is another story. After being taken out twice and not wanting to go back inside, Grandma took her home and fixed her all up. I needed to conduct Primary and Brooke only wanted to be held. She is now soundly sleeping. All is good. I wonder what next week will bring?