Three Choices

I was reminded, today, of a saying I heard many years ago:

You have three choices in any given situation:
1. Accept it.
2. Change it.
3. Insist on being miserable.

We had a combined Sacrament meeting today with the other Ward and Spanish Branch that share our building. We arrived several minutes late, so we were in the very back of the gym. We sat down as the Sacrament hymn was ending.

Throughout the Sacrament (which lasted a loooong time because of the three units) there were two darling little girls from the Spanish branch running around the gym. I began to think that these two little girls could be rented to small armies in order to make their enemies think that there numbers are bigger than they are. It seriously sounded like a small army was running around.

I was a little frustrated that there were no parents intervening. Then, I realized that I could either continue to be irritated by the situation, or I could try to do something about it.

So, Brianna and I, with the diaper bag, stood at the stage. After several attempts to stop their running passes, I finally lured the girls into sitting on the stage as I fed them baby finger foods, one little cereal at a time. In this way, we passed most of the remainder of the meeting, and I heard the talks, which I quite enjoyed!

I do hope those girls don't have any food allergies! Of course, if their parents didn't like the situation, they had the same three choices!