Not to be out done.
Maggie gave us a great quote the evening of my last post.
She was being a major stinker at the church during our friends Baptism. She was happily squirming, jumping, yelling and making Mike and I crazy. I took her out into the hall for her time out. (We try to make the hall much more miserable so that going out is never better than staying in the meeting.) I sat on a chair in the hall and held her tight so that all of her wiggling got her no where. She kept saying "chop it Mom" "wet go of me". But I didn't. Then finally she reached out for the wall with a picture of Jesus on it and yelled, "Jesus, help me, help me Jesus!"
Clever.
And I guess he did help because it made me smile, laugh and give her a great big smoocheroosy.