Out of the Mouths of Babes

Yesterday, a friend of mine helped me take the kids on a tour of the new Draper LDS Temple. We loaded the kids in the car and drove to a church where a bus picked us up and shuttled us to the temple. I had discussed to great lengths what appropriate temple behavior was with my little ones prior to our departing the church.

Keeping four 6 year old's in check is like herding cats.

My apologies to anyone who was touring with us.

The children were good until they saw stairs. The three boys just could not help themselves from running like charging buffalo up the incline. Running after them in heels wasn't easy, but necessary. Upon capturing my little run away's, they began to pester each other. "Mom, he's touching me" and "Mom he's looking at me", followed by attempt to smack each other, made me wish I could put them in individual bubbles and outfit them with blinders. Towards the end of the tour there is a room called the Celestial Room. I believe this is one of the most sacred and reverent rooms in the entire building. Not an appropriate place for tag team wrestling but my boys tackled each other on the white carpet. The Lord must have truly been looking out for us because there was no blood. I turned to the woman behind me and said "Thank heavens the Lord loves the children because sometimes they can push my limits!" She said "Amen sister" and told me she had a dozen kids of her own. At that moment I was truly thankful for the kind understanding of a stranger.

At the end of the tour, we stood in a line to catch our bus back to the church where the Suburban was parked. The fighting continued. I attempted to remove the instigator from the WWF event to no avail. It didn't matter which boy I tried to hold, the other two continued their testosterone laden activities.

Jaxon's frustration finally got the best of him. He blurted out (very clearly I might add) "I'm gonna kick your a$$ Mason."

Totally defeated, all I could do was laugh.