This week we all went to Church as a family to remind ourselves of the true meaning of Christmas (as Sally mentions in her recent post HERE).
The Church was packed and I have to admit I found it an uplifting occasion. There was an impressive nativity scene near the altar which 18-month old Cousin E found fascinating. (I don’t know who the man fleeing the scene in the dark suit is by the way although it looks suspiciously like my Dad.)
IJ, aged 6, showed a lot less interest in any of the proceedings and was, in fact, only interested in her toys. I had allowed her to bring just two along with her.
Rather regretfully she chose a Barbie horse and her new Sharpay doll from blogger friend and at times bad influence Jo Beaufoix.
Half way through the service I could hear sniggering from behind our pew. I was deep in prayer and reflection, of course (!) but the sniggering grew louder as an increasing number of deeply religious church-goers seemed to be finding something highly amusing.
I turned round to discover that Sharpay had been undressed and was greeted with a scene not dissimilar to this:
Apologies. There are not normally bare boobs in my blog posts. This is a rare exception!
We have not been banned from the Church but we may have to hold our head in shame next time go, and perhaps stick with Peppa Pig toys from now on.