Church is dumb.

Anyone in attendance at our church yesterday would have been able to tell you that it was not a good day to be an Anju. The morning started off well enough, but only a few minutes into the service there was trouble. She had 3 crayons with her to do her children's bulletin, and 3 toddler-sized princess dolls to play with. During the opening hymn she said, "Mama!" and when I turned to look at her, she looked me in the eye and snapped a crayon in half. She gave me the "whatcha gonna do" look, and grabbed a second crayon and snapped it in half. I gave her a glare, kept on singing, and took the third crayon from her area of the pew before she could break it and stuck it in the hymnal rack.

That action was apparently the toddler equivalent of the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand, because the war was on. She insisted I not pray. She tried to unfold my hands and open my eyes manually. I told her people were trying to listen to Daddy, so she needed to be quiet. She said loudly, "Daddy is dumb. Church is dumb." She asked to get taken out to the utility room where I take her when she is (loudly) misbehaving.

Eventually, she ended up there simply because Shawn couldn't top her volume from the pulpit. Once in the small room with the water softener and vacuum cleaner, she had an all out tantrum because I didn't agree that praying was dumb. After awhile, she calmed down and whispered that she would be quiet and wanted to go back to church. I opened the door, and she ran back to our pew, found the princess dolls on the floor and started kicking them saying loudly that princesses are dumb.

Today, she came to me a bit after lunch and said her tummy was sleepy and wanted to go to "its crib and go na-nite with its blankie". So, she is in bed and fell asleep almost instantly. I'm wondering if that lost hour has anything to do with it, or just a day in the life of being two?