Boy Blue sat on my lap, facing the pews behind me. He chewed on my hair (swallowing only a strand or two, but making a great effort) and sang of his love for “Dada” (Me.) When he was ready to play with Paul he leaned over and with all the yearning a toddler has, called, “Mama!” Paul obliged, and took his turn with the little puppy.
Little Red, meanwhile, was watching the first speaker. We were front and center in the second row, and the high councilman was speaking about the Book of Mormon. Little Red proudly held up his copy. The speaker took notice, and I thought Little Red would get back to the business of playing, but instead he held his book for all to see for the duration of the talk.