So the other day my 5 year old was sitting next to me in church. All 6 kids were beautifully dressed, pressed and reverent--sigh, yes, the picture of perfection--doesn't happen often. Anyway, I thought everything was going smoothly until this little guy sat up in his seat and looked all around himself. He looked up front to the speaker, to the sides of us and then proceeded to flip all the way around and look at everyone behind us as well.
I couldn't help but ask, "Carson, what are you doing?"
He flipped back around and leaned over. "Mom, what are we doing here, really?"
"Excuse me?" I near enough choked. "What do you mean what are we doing here? We're here to feel the Spirit and learn about the Lord."
"Yeah, I know that Mom--but why?"
"Yeah. Cuz, haven't you noticed that church is sooo boring? I mean, seriously, Mom. All these people just keep coming again and again, over and over... to the most boring place on earth. Why do we gotta keep coming? It's so dumb and all we do is sit here and listen. It's Sunday we could be playing at home, or doing something fun--instead we gotta come here. It's just so boring!"
Needless to say that boy learned a lesson about why it's so important to come to church and how much we owe our Heavenly Father--but not without a few chuckles and glances to my hubby. Who knew that 5 was the new 15? Seriously.