A tear, a chuckle, and a bad word

Last night was Noah's Christmas program at school. It was one of those classic mom moments, complete with tears, watching my little guy walk into the church holding is classmates hand, looking around for his family. He is a proud and he wants us to see him, so he stands nice and tall.













His part in this story about Christmas is to walk up and take an ornament from the podium and hang it on the tree.







There he goes, uh oh, get out the camera, quick. There he stands, he finally sees me, and waves. Aw, the audience chuckles. (He didn't find that amusing, I was to find out later. "They laughed at me, mom, when I waved to you.")










Well, I couldn't get the camera up and out in time. I missed the whole thing. Not to worry, we have another chance.











Then his class goes up to sing...

I leave my seat and bring my camera to the side to try to get a shot.

















Pretty pitiful, eh?















I turn around and walk back to my seat, yikes, he is walking back up to do the ornament thing.

Quick, I snap the picture.

















Ha, and you thought the last one was bad.













Well, Mike says, I think you have one last chance.













Yes, there he goes up for the ornament thing again.













Snap!

















This is where the bad word comes in. $&@*&




Yep...out loud... in church.





Well, the family behind me did laugh a bit.









And then, a real Christmas gift. An unexpected last chance.











AAAAA, the angles sing!





(OK, it's still not that great of a picture with the demon eyes and all, but at least you get the idea.)