We have been looking for a church and tried our second today. We have not been taking Binh and Ava to the nursery because we felt it might be too traumatic. Bouncing them around from one set of strangers and strange environment to another each Sunday might take some undoing once we actually find the right place. You can imagine the challenge that managing a 1 year old and a very talkative 2 year old in a congregation might be. Well, Binh started squirming and kicking so Char took him out at about the halfway point. About 10 minutes later, Ava is starting to become more difficult. She just wants to talk and can’t really understand why the big guy with a microphone can talk and she can’t. I told her to be quiet about once every 2 minutes. We were sitting in the back of the sanctuary so that when we did have to escort the kids out, it didn’t annoy as many. We were sitting in a sea of white heads and hats. I guess there were hearing assistance terminals back there or something. Needless to say, I did not get the feeling that Ava’s periodic chatter was well received by those already straining to hear without interference. So now for the straw that forced us to leave; Ava farted. Not just a little one but one that resonated the pew cushion, which was followed by a gleeful and proud, “I farted!” No one laughed but me (understandably, it went over like a fart in church). How do you not laugh at that?