Why are the little disappointments in our kids life sometimes so funny!?

Yesterday at Church Carson and I were sitting on the very end of the row.

He looked up to me when the sacrament was starting to be passed and

told me with a very excited mischievous smile that he was going to be the first

one to get the bread and he would pass it to everyone else on our row.

I could tell his excitement was mounting as Alan the deacon drew closer to us.

We sit on the third row in the middle

so he watched the bread tray all the way from the blessing table

to the family right in front of us.

He even started giggling a little

when the tray was passed back to the deacon.

Then something peculiar happened,

the tray hesitated at Carson.

Alan was looking down at the other end

trying see if the other Deacon

was starting our row or the next one.

All Carson could see was that bread

about a foot away from his outstretched hand.

Then with a quick motion the tray moved to the row behind us.

Carson jaw literally DROPPED.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

He had been SKIPPED of all things.

As he turned to look at me

he noticed that the tray was at the other end of the row

making it's way toward us.

He looked up at me with mouth and eyes

as wide as would be allowed and said,

(thankfully in a whisper)

I'm last!?

He couldn't understand.

What was the meaning of this?

He had been first, not last...why was he getting it last.

By the time the tray reached us

he had returned to his normal self

and happily received his part of the sacrament.

Then with that same little smile as before

he took the tray from me

and handed it back to Alan.

All balance was restored.

(all pictures in this post were not taken on location in the chapel at church. They were posed in my living room this morning while we enjoyed some muffins)