My favorite part about Mother’s Day? Oh boy. This is a good one.
So the Primary kids went up to sing some songs and much to my great surprise Casey wanted to go. I walked up with him and sat on the front, ready for when he decided he didn’t want to anymore. After the first song, Peyton, who had been in the bathroom with his dad scrubbing off his sweet marker mustache, came strolling up. He couldn’t have cared less about singing. He kind of bounced around up there for a minute and then turned to the new Bishop, his counselors and some members of the Stake Presidency and shook his fist at them.
Bless that boy.