As you can see, his trying very hard to pay attention in service. Believe me, his trying VERY HARD.
But if you know Michael or have ever played with him, you'll know that he CAN NEVER sit still. Never ever ever! So, some minutes into the sermon, Michael is bound to "unintentionally" slip of his chair....
AND POOF! HE LOOKS DIRECTLY AT YOU!
Now if that doesn't catch you attention, fret not! , little Michael has got many tricks up his sleeves... He would do just about everything to his abilities to get your attention..
So there we were, looking eye to eye (though mine was still, and Michael's was way more wiggly cause he kept moving).
He mouthed to me "want to play?" I whispered back "I need to listen to the sermon Mic..." He pouted and I instantly felt guilty
I tried to feed my guilt by providing Michael with my camera's blower - the only un-breakable thing I had at that moment.
Little did I know the imagination that kid has :)
The blower 1st became a rocket
And then it became a weapon used by Ultraman (his current fad)
Of which I could not take pictures of because his *psh**bang**ULTRAA GAAYA* noise effects became a little too loud
"not too loud, use your indoor voice Michael" "Ultraman no indoor voice laaaa"
The blower than became , a blower....
and when he got too bored of using it on himself, he used it on the people around him..
Which resulted to a sounding from daddy asking him to sit down *or else*
So little Michael grabs a piece of the sermon notes provided and starts tracing the blower (smart boy).
The result of it, of course, nothing close to the blower, but as long as Little Michael knows what it is, that's all that matters.
The tracing stint then sparks his inner da Vincci (and keeps him quiet and still for the rest of the sermon) and Little Michael draws his version of all 7 Ultra Men (I bet you didn't know there were 7)
Finally the sermon ends. Little Michael sees an Ipad across the auditorium and rushes to play *angwee beerd*.
oh, his still holding my blower , I wonder when he'll give it back........
As you can see, his trying very hard to pay attention in service. Believe me, his trying VERY HARD.
But if you know Michael or have ever played with him, you'll know that he CAN NEVER sit still. Never ever ever! So, some minutes into the sermon, Michael is bound to "unintentionally" slip of his chair....
AND POOF! HE LOOKS DIRECTLY AT YOU!
Now if that doesn't catch you attention, fret not! , little Michael has got many tricks up his sleeves... He would do just about everything to his abilities to get your attention..
So there we were, looking eye to eye (though mine was still, and Michael's was way more wiggly cause he kept moving).
He mouthed to me "want to play?" I whispered back "I need to listen to the sermon Mic..." He pouted and I instantly felt guilty
I tried to feed my guilt by providing Michael with my camera's blower - the only un-breakable thing I had at that moment.
Little did I know the imagination that kid has :)
The blower 1st became a rocket
And then it became a weapon used by Ultraman (his current fad)
Of which I could not take pictures of because his *psh**bang**ULTRAA GAAYA* noise effects became a little too loud
"not too loud, use your indoor voice Michael" "Ultraman no indoor voice laaaa"
The blower than became , a blower....
and when he got too bored of using it on himself, he used it on the people around him..
Which resulted to a sounding from daddy asking him to sit down *or else*
So little Michael grabs a piece of the sermon notes provided and starts tracing the blower (smart boy).
The result of it, of course, nothing close to the blower, but as long as Little Michael knows what it is, that's all that matters.
The tracing stint then sparks his inner da Vincci (and keeps him quiet and still for the rest of the sermon) and Little Michael draws his version of all 7 Ultra Men (I bet you didn't know there were 7)
Finally the sermon ends. Little Michael sees an Ipad across the auditorium and rushes to play *angwee beerd*.
oh, his still holding my blower , I wonder when he'll give it back........
I started this blog in February 2005 not knowing a thing about blogging. Honestly, go read my past entries, they're beyond embarrassing. Throughout the years, this blog
has been a channel for me to jot down my most inner thoughts and everything else that came to mind; happy and sad, thoughtful and silly,exciting and boring,funny and whatstheoppositeoffunny?.
This blog has been, if I might say, a documentary of me growing up and it is always a pleasure for me to share it with all of you.
I do hope you are edified and encouraged through my simple jottings.
