Bobby is lots of fun and the people at our church just dote on him.
One Sunday, some friends were holding Bobby in the pew in front of us. Tommy had been down our row drawing. He came to ask us something, saw the baby in front of us, and looked very concerned and confused.
He asked, “Is that Bobby?”
When we told him that it was, Tommy smiled like it was all okay in the world again. But then he was very concerned about how them people got him.
Another Sunday, Kevin was holding Bobby while we sat in the pews. Bobby is wiggly. He twists and turns and grabs and is just all over the place.
I was down at the end, making sure everyone stayed and no one escaped our row. From there I watched as Kevin tried not to drop Bobby.
Then I watched as Bobby reached out and grabbed two big handfuls of hair … from the lady sitting in front of them.
Then I watched as Kevin untangled Bobby’s fingers, as Kevin got up, and as Kevin found a new place to sit … without our long-haired friend in front of him.
Church can be exhausting with this little one!