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| Sunday, 16 April 2006 |
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That's Life... I have always believed that hobbies are capable of providing hours of entertainment, simply by being themselves. This is best observed when one happens to be listening to a sermon which is slowly inducing drowsiness. But let me tell you the most important point you should look out for if the sermon (or speech, if you please) has the above characteristic. For the best of entertainment, the baby must always be carried by her father. If you wish to know why please read on.
The other day mother, father and baby walked in to church and Baby was being carried by Mother. A little while after they were seated it was pretty clear that Baby did not like to sit still and it was also clear that Baby was under the firm impression that the reverend should not be the only person to be allowed to talk in church. Hence, she cheerfully carried on her own little sermon from where she was seated on her mother's lap. Ah, now we focus on Mother. Poor Mother she looked quite tired and all her gentle efforts to silence her little daughter were very much in vain. Finally young Father realized his wife's predicament and (much to the delight of enraptured on lookers) offered to look after his energetic little daughter. But the change of quarters did nothing to pacify her. She determinedly kept reaching for hymn books to open at odd angles and she also kept up her prattle of baby talk. Poor mother was highly determined to ignore her daughter's antics and was more than happy to let hubby have his turn. And have her turn she did. Father kept giving his wife agonised glances as all the rocking and cooings he administrated to the baby failed to take effect. All attempts having failed, Father reached into a pocket fished out, now get ready for this - his car keys! He jangled them in front of Baby to get her attention such and finally after having stared at this glistening object for quite a long time. Baby quietened down. Then Baby reached out a chubby a little hand and took the keys from Father. One could almost hear his sigh of relief at finally having succeeded in pacifying his daughter. But relief was short lined as Baby joyously flung the keys, tinkling and jingling as if it were a whole bunch of keys, onto the aisle. She gurgled hopping, clapping her chubby hands delightedly and poor Mother gave a withering glance at Father. Father, before reaching out at an awkward angle to retrieve the keys looked about to see if anyone had observed this little commotion in their pew. And yes, most people had. Indeed they were still watching expectantly. Au well, nothing like making the most of a situation and all that sort of thing, so Father slowly picked up Baby's chubby hand and made her wave at all her ardent admirers. Ah, what an endearing last act. And everyone smiled in applause and a few brave souls waved back. - Dilini Algama |
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