Food Fight On Holy Ground

     It's been a while since I've posted but this was too good not to share....

     A couple of Sundays ago I was sitting in the church pew with my nice little family. Curtis on my left, Daymond on my right.  Then Devin, Dustin, Dani, and Dakotah. Sunday school had just dismissed and we were sitting, (semi-quietly) waiting for the church service to begin. 

     The pastor was going from aisle to aisle, shaking hands with the church members. As he came to the Coffee pew, and said, "Good mornin' Curtis.  Jenny, how are you?"  Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Dustin (10), with Devin (13), in a choke hold. Devins face was starting to turn a little red so he grabbed Dustin's wrist and tried to break it. 

     At this point, I'm shaking the preachers hand, telling him "I'm doing well," and in slow motion, Dustin pulled his free hand back and punched Devin, as hard as he could, right in the face!!! 

     I was in shock! Dont get me wrong, they fight a lot but this was a first.  I had never seen one of them punch the other one in the face.

     Curtis immediately grabbed Dustin by the arm and drug him outside. After all, the bible does tell us not to spare the rod.  

     As they headed outside, I shrunk in my seat. All of the sweet little old ladies around us were snickering with their hankies over their mouths.

      Ever since our boys were little, we have taken pride in the way they behave themselves at church. They may be wild animals at home, but they know Gods house is NOT the place for fighting and rough housing.  So something pretty bad must have happened to cause my sweet little Dustin to give his big brother a right hook to the side of the head.  What could it have been?

     Food!  I should have known. 

     After they got out of class, the boys went to the fellowship hall to see if there were any leftover donuts.  

There. Was. One!

And that's where the problem began.  Devin "called" it! (Ugh...) But before Devin could get it, Dustin grabbed it and took a bite, knowing that Devin would die before he would eat after him.  

     Devin decided if he couldn't have the last donut, nobody could. So he, ever so calmly, took the donut out of Dustin's hand, threw it in the trash can, turned around, and walked out to the sanctuary...like a boss.

    That's when the fight ensued.  

     I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or crawl under the pew and hide.

     Instead, I just sat there with a smile on my face and started humming Amazing Grace.