Today just so happened to be the primary program. I love the primary program. It is the one meeting that I am guaranteed to not fall asleep in. It is the one meeting that there is always a chance of something crazy happening.
There are three things that go into a good program: An adorable sunbeam that can't say her R's, a touching story from an older kid about the Holy Ghost, and of course, a very loud, very proud singer in the front row. I am fortunate enough to have my son provide #3 for the ward to enjoy.
Lincoln has been practicing the songs at home for the program for a couple of months now. He will shout out the lyrics with the greatest of self-glorification. His joyful ballads were not toned down a single bit for the program. He yodeled the child songs with the most piercing pizzazz ever heard in a primary program. We noticed that everyone in the congregation giggling and then turning around to look at us to see our reaction. Most of the time I simply smiled and shrugged.
What was most impressive about Lincoln's singing was his facial expressions. His face and lips bent and contorted to every note. He proudly did every planned gesture and sometimes even created his own impromptu gestures. His performance was a show stealer. He is going to make his dad proud and become a superb karaoke singer someday.
Calder was in his old world during the meeting, as usual. However, every time Lincoln would stand and sing, his eyes were glued to the stage. We would say, "Lincoln is going to sing again." and he would perk up and listen. Yet, every time we would warn him, Calder would sarcastically say, "They're singing... again?!?!" Since when do two year olds understand sarcasm?