What we have here is a failure to communicate
This entry was posted on 8/21/2006 8:30 AM and is filed under half-assed parenting, Boo Boo Kitty.
Yesterday I was sitting in church and found myself staring at an LCD screen on the wall with numbers flashing up every few minutes. I have been wondering about these screens scattered along the walls of church for, I don't know, like 5 years now. As I sat there, staring at the screens and not paying attention in church because I have the attention span of a flea these days, I decided that today was the day I was going to ask someone why the screens were on the wall.
We used to take Ethan into church with us but those days are O V E R. He's having issues about going to the nursery but it's 60 minutes without offspring so I don't care.
Derek left church early to go get The Boy from nursery because Derek's attention span is less than a flea. I met the boys on the way out and we walked back to the truck. And that's when I found out what the numbers on the screens are all about.
D: He cried the whole time.
K: What do you mean?
D: He cried the whole time--from when we left him until when I picked him up. The woman in the nursery asked if I saw his number on the screen.
K: Shut up. His number that they put on the sticker on his back is HIS NUMBER. So every time we saw 183 come up, it was our signal to come get our screaming child?
D: You got it.
K: So all those times we joked about dropping The Boy off and then going to breakfast rather than actually going to church was what they thought actually happened?
D: I think so.
K: OMG, there is nothing worse than getting busted and you didn't even do anything wrong. We were there, in church.
D: She was really nice about it.
K: A dozen times and no one mentioned the whole number thing?
D: Well, I think someone always asks if he has been here before and we said "yes."
K: So because the FIRST time someone didn't tell us, we totally missed the boat?
D: Yep.
The best part is, the numbers flashed the entire time. Like there were hundreds of screaming babies. And I never saw one person get up and leave. Maybe they should have live feed of the sign down the street at Bagel Buffet...
