Adventures in Sacrament Meeting

I hesitate to admit it, but even after all the spiritual experiences of a mission I struggled to find going to church all that interesting... and then we had kids.
Last week, right after the first sacrament prayer Annika leans over to me and tells me that she really has to go to the bathroom. So I take her into the men's room, but she won't let me follow her into the stall. She told me, "I need my privacy Daddy". So I let her go for it. Everything seemed to be going fine until I hear her gasp and yell in a very small, surprised voice, "DADDY!". My first reaction is to say, "Are you Okay?", and the response I get is, "I fell in". This is said in a tone of "I can't believe I have to say this out loud". (Annika is a teenager in a 3 year old's body in many ways). So I go in to assess the situation and sure enough she is folded in half with her face shoved into her knees and most of her body actually in the bowl. And yet when I got her out she had managed to keep all parts of her clothing dry. And the best part, even through all that I was able to get back in time for the water!
Then this week Afton was being particularly noisy, or at least I was being particularly sensitive to it. So we spent a good amount of time out in the foyer. When I do this I make her sit on my lap and she is not allowed to get down at all. So she was fighting and crying, and I kept explaining to her that if she would show me that she could sit quietly that we would go back into the chapel where she could play with her quiet toys. I also explain to her the importance of not creating a distraction during sacrament meeting.
We finally went back into the chapel and she was being pretty well behaved. Then she wanted to give me a hug, and started playing with my tie. She was running her hand up and down my tie and was fascinated to find that the tie continued under my collar.
Now, I was wearing a shirt with a button down collar, and she ran her hand right through the hole that is made by the button, but then she couldn't get her hand back out. She started yanking at my neck, and was getting a little distressed over this. I was trying to get her out, but I was having a hard time being able to see what was going on. I tried to undo the collar button, but she was pulling so hard that I couldn't get any slack to get the button through the hole. Finally Karie saw our dilemma and saved the day.
Of course the people sitting behind us couldn't help but notice what was going on. So the whole time I'm struggling with Afton I can hear them giggling behind me. (We are friends with the couple and they are Annika's primary teachers) So much for not creating distractions. ;)