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Yesterday, at church services our 5 year old was sitting with his big brothers, four rows away. He started getting silly during a hymn.
I used a latent skill I didn't know I possessed. The dreaded Accusatory Finger Snap.
The snap was decisive. Powerful enough to cause my misbehaving son's head to immediately swivel back in my direction.
Funny how only the guilty one turned to make eye contact, but that's the beautiful and mysterious power of snapping.
He got up and walked back to sit with my husband and me.
As my son sat down I smiled at him to cover my laugh of surprise. I had snapped my mother's snap without thought. Her Accusatory Finger Snap could cross state lines. Her snap could cause hardened criminals to weep with contrition.
The next hymn made me really smile. Fittingly, it was one of my mother's favorites, "Angry Words." Now I just need to get some eye glasses so I can learn to cast my mother's Stop-You-In-Your-Tracks, Just-what-do-you-think-you-are-up-to, over the lens laser-beam glance.
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3 comments:
crap.
I can't snap.
hhehehe. that rhymed.
There's nothing like certain mother skills. :)
My mom would yell whisper into the top my head during church to get me to settle down. I have no idea how she managed to get the exact tone of an angry yell into the quiet hiss of a whisper, but she did. It worked, oh did it work.
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