The two worst that have remained with me from my long-gone churchgoing years were the little boy who grabbed my hair in an iron grip and pulled as hard as he could (his parents did nothing to control him until I reached back to try and extract his fingers from my hair) and the crying toddler who took in a huge breath and then let out an earsplitting scream while swinging himself behind my head and the heads of three other people in my row.
Neither of these little angels’ parents thought they needed to take their kids out of the service.
The two worst that have remained with me from my long-gone churchgoing years were the little boy who grabbed my hair in an iron grip and pulled as hard as he could (his parents did nothing to control him until I reached back to try and extract his fingers from my hair) and the crying toddler who took in a huge breath and then let out an earsplitting scream while swinging himself behind my head and the heads of three other people in my row. Neither of these little angels’ parents thought they needed to take their kids out of the service.