Ayden's reverence story

We had a ward Christmas party this year toward the beginning of December. I'll have to admit I was a little nervous to go with just me and the boys. M was sick. But it was well worth it to collect this one little memory A gave me.

Half the ward was in the gym sitting around the tables. The lights were all off besides a few, giving the cultural hall the feel of being in a room with a fireplace and that being the only source of light. I was sitting with a few acquaintances when someone announced it was time to pray and eat. The entire room quieted down and folded their arms. My 2 1/2 did not get the memo that is was prayer time.

The prayer began and about 5 seconds in A yells, "LET'S TALK." Giggles could be heard from other small children as well as some parents. I quickly whispered to him, "A, its prayer time."

His eyes got big with surprise and then understanding of what he was supposed to do. He hurriedly folded his arms and tucked his head into his arms, all the while saying, "oh, its prayer time. Its prayer time." In a very official and bossy manner.

I was still watching him at this point and saw him poke his little head up with one eye open. He sees that a few people are not doing what they're supposed to and decided very officially to say, "dyes *guys* its prayer time. It's prayer time." All the while putting on his boss man, scrunched up eyebrows, face.