I told you so.

A church is a place where people get together to worship the Lord, firstly, and to network secondly.  More so in a small community.  It's where you catch up with what's been happening in the district.  You look forward to seeing friends who live out on the farms.  And then it's a time of quiet reverence.  Listen to God's Word and relax in the knowledge that for these two hours, you can quietly sit and drink in God's love.

This is not, however, my youngest son at 3's opinion.  Church was a place that you were forced to go to on Sunday when Cartoon Network was on and the sun was shining outside and the pool looked inviting........

One Sunday morning, as I walked into Divan's room, he announced that he was not going to church that morning.  "Yes, you are, Divan." I said and proceeded to get his clothes ready so that I could dress him.  He folded his arms and defiantly said.  "No, I'm not.  I'm going to play here."
Needless to say, dressing him became a mission.  Feeding him a nightmare.  I eventually walked into church dragging the child by one arm behind me while he tried desperately to pull away.

Sitting in the pew, I had to keep my hand on his leg to keep him from getting up - but he eventually calmed down and I started to relax.  The worship service was beautiful.  The chorus's angelic. It all started when my Father-in-Law started with the opening prayer.

Grrrrrrr.  Grrrrrrrr.  Grrrrrrrr.  I looked around with one eye open and one closed.  What was that sound.  Grrrrrr Grrrrrrr.  I slowly turned to look at Divan.  He had brought along a dinky toy car and was running the car across the wooden pew.  The sound was echoing through the church.  "Stop it!!"  I said.  Grrrrrr.  Grrrr.  I took the car away and put it in my handbag.

The sermon started and I listened carefully to what had been prepared.   Grrrrrr  Grrrrr  Grrrrrr.  Divan was lying under the pew and had taken his car from my handbag and was pushing it on the wooden floor.  I grabbed his arm, pulled him out from under the pew, lifted him up onto my hip and walked out of the church.  We lived about 500 m from the church so I stormed home, berating him all the way.........  He looked at me and smiled.  "I told you I wasn't going to church today."