Monday, June 20, 2016

Innocent Ears

Happy Belated Husband Day!

Since it's just the two of us, I have decided to make the holiday slightly more fitting for our circumstances. Throughout the day yesterday, I wished Jaron a happy Father's Day, Pre-Fathers Day, and Husband Day. In the end, I guess it doesn't really matter what we call it as long as we're celebrating the wonderful man that he is. I mean, just look at him.

Anyway, yesterday at church, we sat behind an adorable little family. Right before the service began, this couple and their three kids came and sat down and got settled just in time for the opening hymn. As the organist played the prelude, Jaron and I opened the hymn book and got ready to sing the opening line to "O My Father," which I found quite fitting, considering the holiday we were celebrating.

Apparently the little boy in front of us didn't find it quite so fitting, though. Or at least, he didn't seem to appreciate our rendition of it. I can hear your thoughts already: "How is this possible? Both of them sing so masterfully well!" Well, if you don't believe me, just continue reading and you'll believe me even less.

When the congregation began the first line, we joined in: "O my Father, thou that dwellest...," but we didn't make it any further than that. As soon as we started singing, said little boy turned slowly to face us, gave Jaron a look that appeared to be something between extreme distaste and fear, slapped his hands over both of his ears, and turned to face forward again. His hands would periodically come down, but as soon as we started singing again, they shot back up to protect his poor, innocent ears.

Just in case that was unclear: our singing was so bad that a 3-year-old covered his ears so that he wouldn't have to hear us anymore. 

It was the funniest part of the whole day. I laughed so hard I cried, and struggled to maintain composure for the remainder of the meeting. Jaron took it in stride, though from the expression on his face, I think his pride may have been a little wounded.

But who knows, maybe next year's Father's/Pre-Father's/Husband Day gift will be a couple of basic voice lessons for the both of us.

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