Mad Molly vs. the Eucharistic Minister

The members of our congregation must truly dread it when the Johnston's arrive for mass. Today Mad Molly and I arrive at church only to find that service had been moved to the fellowship hall due to some renovations in the sanctuary. Now most of you must be thinking okay no big deal, been there done that at some point in life, but as the mother of Mad Molly all I could think was "oh great, it echoes in there"! And the AC was broken, so it was hot as blazes in there to boot. So I carefully scope out a seat off to the side, in a back corner with an easy exit/escape route should the situation warrant it and mass begins. So far so good, moving along pretty nicely, Mad Molly is trying to participate in mass by singing "La La la La" every time a song is played. Can't blame the kid for trying, she loves music but doesn't know the words. When it came time to wish peace to those around us, the lovely woman in front of us say "peace be with you, and you little one, I just love your little voice" (now that could be taken one of two ways: 1) she enjoyed the sweet sounds of a little one chirping away in church commenting on every bit that was going on ORRRRRR 2) man you kid never stops talking) but I choose to think it was the first for sanities sake. After all this was a pretty quiet day for mad Molly so far. That is until it came time for communion. Mimicking everything the little boy at the end of our row was doing Mad Molly insisted on being carried. So fine I carry her up the communion line. Three people away from the minister, Molly wants to get down and walk, finally some relief for me and a free hand to take communion, great!!! She begins her twirling in circles as I nudge her forward to the front of the line. When finally it's my turn and the minister bestows upon me the body of Christ, Well doesn't Mad Molly stomp her foot and Yell at the top of her lungs "My cookie?" "Cookie Molly" I try to nudge her to the side as if to say, pay no mind to the tantruming child at my side, I borrowed her, but I don't think he bought it. As the demanding for a cookie continued. The look on the poor Eucharistic Ministers face was one of disbelief (does she really think the body of Christ is a cookie?) (why yes minister sir, she does, she is Mad Molly don't you know) And thus the meltdown begins. He asks me what to say to her, I shyly say "oh just ignore her, she'll be fine" as her insistence upon a cookie gets louder and more dramatic. To which Mad Mommy needs to step into action, scoop her up and take her out our escape route kicking and screaming because there was no Christ cookie for Mad Molly!!!!!!! One just can not make this stuff up!!!