I think that God has his way of handling things, and I think God realizes that taking 3 boys to church by myself can have it's toll on me. This last Sunday, I wanted to cry. Wyatt & Quintin were so horrible in church. It is just wrong that I find myself sweating by the time church service is over. It's only an hour.
Patrick was good for the most part, but as soon as church let out he began to be obnoxious. He was running around like a mad man. I had gotten to the point of "How many times have I told you!!!" It was as if God was standing right next to me with his arms crossed realizing that Patrick wasn't going to listen and I could just picture him saying to me "Don't worry, I'll handle this one." and then BAM! Patrick ran right into another persons elbow. Granted I felt bad, but at the same time I told Patrick, "God has his ways. I guess since you didn't listen to me he had to take matters into his own hands." My hands were full with the other two boys and I really needed that extra emphasis. I think God got his message across. Thanks God!
We did manage find his tooth on the floor under a table and we put it in a Ziploc Bag for safekeeping. The boy that he ran into felt bad and was trying to explain himself to me. There was no need to explain I knew he wasn't at fault.
Patrick was excited that he go to place an actual tooth under his pillow that night. What do you know? The Tooth fairy had her stuff together and left him a dollar. Here are some pictures of my toothless Patrick.
i love that you said God has his ways since Patrick wasn't listening! HAHAHAH!!!!
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