Even though we've lived here three months now, we still haven't figured out everyone's names in our little branch. I was sitting next to Jonathan in Preisthood/Relief Society on Sunday, trying not get too distracted by the trail of ants crawling out of an old lady's purse on the row in front of us. I noticed that Jonathan seemed to be taking notes. I looked at his notebook:
Brother Colostomy Bag (yeah, he showed it to us)
Brother "de igual forma" (a frase he uses as least 100 times in every lesson)
Elder Mexico (missionary from Mexico... creative)
Elder Braid (missionary that's allowed to keep his hair long because his culture is so awesome)
Sister Teenager with twins
Sounds really rude, huh? Well it is pretty rude I guess, but how else are we supposed to refer to them if we can't figure out their names? Granted, we have figured out a lot of their names, but those nicknames just stick.
Later on, during Sunday school, the lesson turned to a discussion about home teaching. Brother Ponytail raised his hand and said that Brother Colostomy Bag hadn't been to visit him in over five weeks. Brother Colostomy Bag turned to look at him, a little disgruntled, and said with his booming voice that Brother Teaches-Every-Class hasn't been to see him in over 5 years!
You see? Things like this just never happen in the Valley View 8th Ward.
Later still, in Sacrament Meeting, a little girl came and started pounding on the upper keys of the piano while I was playing the sacrament hymn. Then she started pushing on my fingers and talking to me. It sounded really beautiful. A couple verses later, after my futile attempts to tell her to stop, her mom finally came over to take her back to their seat. Man! That was the third time that's happened. Usually Jonathan comes up to get the little girl when she does that, but this time he was on the stand getting the sacrament ready. It's a good thing she's cute.
There's more! We just have the best time at church. Last Sunday, Jonathan was called to be the Young Men's president in our ward. So in Sacrament meeting, as they presented him for approval of the congregation, the Branch President said, "We'd like to present Jonathan Amand Grace as...." Jonathan Amand Grace? haha.... Well I'll help, I guess, if you want me too...
Just this past Sunday, Sister Has-the-cutest-baby-in-the-world was giving the lesson in Relief Society. It was about loving communication in the home. Patience, kindness, and what not. Her 4-year-old son came barging into the room in the middle of the lesson and went directly up to his mom and asked, "Mamá, ¿Qué significa SIÉNTATE!!!!!?" (Translation: Mom, What does "SIT DOWN!!!" mean?)
She said something to him in Quichua (native language). He replied with, "OOOOoooohhhh."
Hilarious. I wonder if his primary teachers know he's not understanding half of what they say to him. He came in another four times to ask her questions while she was teaching. Good thing she was teaching a lesson about patience.
In Sacrament meeting, it was announced that church next week will only be one hour. This is the second time since we've been here they've done this. The first time was so people could vote. I wonder what it is this time...