Yesterday we had a new member baptism for a woman named Moon. Her full name is Monica .... (Something long and exotic), so we all just call her Moon.
Today in church the missionaries were going to confirm Moon a member of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, when you whispered to me that you had to go potty. I took your hand, and we walked reverently to the restroom.
Normally, you go potty by yourself without any problems, but this time you accidentally got some pee on your underpants. Fortunately, I had an extra pair in the diaper bag. Unfortunately, the diaper bag was still in the chapel. I wrapped your undies in a plastic bag, washed your hands, and we headed back to the chapel.
When we got to the chapel, they were just finishing the confirmation prayer. We slid back into our bench as quietly as possible. As I'm digging in the diaper bag for your undies, the Bishop comes to the pulpit and says, "We would like to welcome our newest member of the ward Sister . . ." As you shout, "Look!" And then you proceed to moon us. Although I was grateful that I was the only one who saw your lovely display, the irony of the moment was not lost on me.
Welcome to the ward Sister Moon!
Sincerely,
The lady on the third row with the three crazy kids
