Primary and 'In my tummy!'

Today Cade had his first responsibility in Primary (Sunday School for kids). He gave the scripture in opening exercises. All week we have been preparing for it. We picked the scripture from the given topic and then every night we went over it. I tried to explain how everything would happen: They would announce his name for giving the scripture, he would go to the microphone, I would be there to help him, he would talk into the microphone, and then he would go back to his seat. During sacrament meeting (where the entire congregation meets together) it was testimony meeting (one Sunday a month members of the congregation are invited to "share their testimony," or their beliefs about God, with the rest of the congregation) so he was seeing lots of different people go up to the microphone, talk, and then sit back down. Near the end of the meeting he turns to me and says, "Nevermind. I don't want to do my scripture in the microphone anymore." I reassured him that he would be at the microphone in Primary (with 30-40 kids rather than in front of the whole congregation). He felt better after that. I almost wish I had a funny story about how he did something funny or embarrassing up in front of everybody. But he didn't. He did perfect. He was so cute and did everything just as he should have. After they called his name he started up to the microphone all by himself without waiting to see where I was. While I was turning to the scripture I could tell he was pretty excited. He talked loud and clear and amazingly did nothing goofy. Later we talked about it and I told him I was so proud of him. He asked if Heavenly Father and Jesus were proud of him too. I told him definitely.

Now for something goofy.

The other morning Cade and I went on a walk. He found a rolly polly and made a 'rolly polly' house with his hands and carried it all the way home. He wanted to play with it in the house for a little bit. The next thing I know he is saying, "Mommy, the rolly polly is in my tummy!" I'm thinking great, he ate it. What gave him motivation for that? But then I looked and this is what I saw.

Nope, he was exactly right! It was in his tummy. He is already obsessed with tummies so why not put his beloved bug there? We just cracked up. It is better then 'deading' them which is what he usually does. Boys will be boys I guess.