This past Sunday (2/28/10) we took Finn to church for the second time. We sat in the very back with much anticipation that we would have to remove him quickly from the service if he started crying or fussing (which is one of Finn's favorite hobbies currently). Never, though, did we think we would have to remove him because of explosive gas!! Finn started ripping some loud, long, and juicy farts during the middle of the sermon. And it seemed to always be when the pastor was pausing between sentences. Needless to say, we were dying laughing and quite embarrassed. The row in front of us and behind us were laughing as well. After the third round of explosions I turned to Tradd and said, "What should we do? Should we take him out?" Tradd, Paige (Tradd's sister), and I truly had the giggles and couldn't stop laughing. Oh, it is the worst when you have the giggles and what you started laughing about isn't really that funny anymore but you just can't stop. As you can imagine, we really didn't have the chance to enjoy the sermon but it was good to feel normal again and be back in the environment of friends and fellowship. Sorry on Finn's behalf to all those who we disrupted from listening at church!
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