Lil brother was pretty agreeable to going to the wedding. But he did clarify, "Are we gonna eat dere?" My affirmative response unleashed a loud whoop of joy from him. Until I told him to tuck in his shirt-which he hates. So I bribed him for shirt tucking by letting him put on his dad's deodorant. "I smell like a man!" he proclaims with macho gusto.
By the time we've sat in the church sanctuary for 20 minutes waiting for the wedding to start, lil brother's shirt has come untucked and he's sprawled across my lap whining, "When can we go home????" Thankfully the event gets underway and the minister leads us in a prayer. At the conclusion of which lil brother echoes the preacher with a loud (and slightly aggressive) "A-men!" before flopping over my lap in complete boredom again. The kid just wants the cake that's been promised him.
Before leaving, I take a pit stop in the girl potty where I stuff my iron fisted control top underwear in the trash can. Enough is enough. I ain't ever doing that again.
Lil brother and I just aren't meant for public events.
BTW-Happy #17 Mr B! You're a keeper!! Luv u Bunny!!!
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