Mad Molly goes to church ch. 2

So as if last week wasn't punishment enough for Mad Mommy, off we go to church this week. Daddy opted to stay home, as he was catching up on sleep from a long week of traveling and gearing up for another trip this week. No big deal, Mad Molly was in a great mood before we left for church and was so excited to wear one of the new dresses Grandpa G bought her on his trip to FL. So off we went. On our way to church Mad Molly was asking questions about where we were going so I said, "we are going to go sing to baby Jesus" (there is a statue at church that we stop at and say hi to baby Jesus so in some way it was my attempt to get her to connect to the place we were going to) which at first seemed like a fine idea, she was happy and talking about going to church "yeah church". Great so we arrive promptly after the singing of the first hymn (oops) and much like we started our last adventure in religion, we were shifted to the fellowship hall. Ahh the echoes of a large auditorium like room. As we are walking up the ramp to enter the hall, Mad Molly spots a very nice woman with her infant daughter, to which Molly screams out, while waving wildly "Hi Baby Jesus" the mother was not amused, the older generation sitting around her got a good laugh out of it, while we hurried off to the side to grab another seat. Oh joy look another baby "Hi Baby Jesus" Mad Molly went about the hall greeting all babies as "Baby Jesus" Don't you just love when my words come back to bite me in the butt! I had to break the news to her that those babies were not all baby Jesus and man did she get mad at me....and that is where our experience began it's downfall. We found a spot off to the side, close to our escape exit in case of a Christ cookie repeat. And we quickly got settled, although it was becoming very apparent that Molly was turning as mad as can be. She would ask me to pick her up and then squirm and scream as if I forced her into my arms. She would slide to the end of the isle and try to slowly creep away, kept offering the woman behind us gold fish crackers forcibly, (needless to say she was not amused) After muddling through about half the mass trying to keep her quiet and occupied I decided it would be better to stand in the back of the hall so Mad Molly could move around a little bit and not bother anyone. Boy was that a big mistake! Molly quickly linked eyes with the handicapped ramp, and started to push the boundaries of walking up and down the ramp getting further and further away from Mommy each time. At first it was harmless, until the screaming with delight started and the throwing of Lambie from one ramp down to the next. Luckily we had made it up to communion time, now I know many of you are thinking after the Christ Cookie incident she is crazy for attempting this again, but this week I came equipped with "Christ Cookies" of my own (aka, vanilla wafers) for Molly. So up we went without incident and back we came only to have Molly started screatching with delight that she saw another "Baby Jesus" so I decide to quickly exit stage right and end our religious adventure for the week. Well as soon as Molly realizes we are leaving she begins to cry and scream "More Church, peeeeaaasse momma, More Church" over and over and over again. The child who was totally misbehaving in church is screaming...begging in fact for "more church". I tell you this child was so upset it was the very first thing she told her father walking in the house! All I kept thinking to myself was "more church, is this kid out of her mind or what"!!! I will not be surprised when tiny photographs of her appear in the back to the rectory with the notice "don't let this kid in"