In church today, several members of our ward were released from or called to new callings. As is customary, we all take the opportunity to show our thanks and support by raising our hands in unison. Schmoopsie and I were also busy doling out fruit snacks and pieces of string cheese in order to keep the Bug quiet during the meeting, which, for some horrible reason, is at the end of our three hour block (read: nap time.)
After a series of these releasing and sustainings, the second counselor in the Bishopric reached the end of his script.
"Any opposed?" he asked.
On the bench next to me, a chubby little hand shot neatly into the air, tiny cheeks full of teddy grahams and face as serious as a heart attack.