It is Easter Sunday and Pastor Bruce calls up the keiki for the children's message (a tradtion in my church where the kids sit at the pastor's feet and get a short prelude to the adults' sermon before being sent off to Sunday school).
He asks the children "So what is Easter all about? Is it about Easter Egg Hunts?" All the good little boys and girls cry out "Nooooooo!" .... all, except for one...
He instead blares out above all the other voices "Yeah-hanh! It IS about Easter egg hunts- MY MOMMY told me so!"
In one swift flash of sound the eyes of everyone in the building are on me as my cheeks pulse with a scarlet flush.
And if that wasn't horrid enough, Pastor Bruce has to release the kids speaking out over the congregation: "I don't know what some of you have been telling your children, but there is a theology 101 class starting up in two weeks..."
That little stinker! Especially since the night before we went over IN DETAIL what Easter is all about and why we were celebrating... I specifically explained that Easter eggs had NOTHING to do with it! What a creep!
You know you are a bellydancer when... so the old joke goes but it gets really comical when your 5 year old is watching the coffee maker brew and starts bopping his head to the perculating bubbles and says "Mommy! Mommy! This sounds like Beladi Mwoosik!!! Aw you gone bellydance?"
I almost hit my head on the FLOOR! Wow- a little smarty, that one! Calling the rhythm by name! oooo- that is when you know the obsession has gone out of control, the sickness is spreading to the children! eep!