So I was walking in to church today with a fully loaded diaper bag (do I call it a diaper bag even though it contains no diapers currently. Yeah!) and scriptures. My awesome husband met me at he car and walked in with the girls and Jacob. I was back with Thomas who was in desperate need of my motherly tucking his shirt in and fixing his collar. The next thing I know I tripped and fell down dropping my diaper bag and scriptures. So here I am a nearly full term prego woman on the ground and what does my loving son do- He takes off running. I thought maybe he went to tell dad that I fell. Nope. He claimed that he was embarrassed and so he ran away. I only ended up with a scrape or two but most of all a great story about how my son ran off in my hour of need.