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AUTUMN 1984
"MATT CAMDEN!!!!! I"M GONNA GET YOU!!!!!!!!!" Four year old Chris Bateman chased the darl haired little boy through the church.
"Ya' gotta catch me first," the older four year old taunted, grinning back at his friend.
Chris managed to catch Matt and jerk him around causing both children to fall to the floor in a giggling heap. Chris pushed away, stood up, and, holding out a small hand, demanded, "Give them back, Matthew!!!!!"
"No way, Jose'!!!!!!!!!!" Matt got to his feet and took off running again.
Chris chased him up the aisle, around the alter, through the choir loft, in and out of the Sunday school rooms, and back into the sanctuary. All the while both kids were shrieking with laughter.
Two year old Mary Camden watched her brother and his friend with interest. It looked like fun, but Mommy never let her play with them after church, cause she said they played to rough. Whatever that meant.
Matt was running in the church and that was a No-No. Mary did know that. She pulled on her Daddy's pants' leg. "Daddy, Daddy."
Eric Camden looked down at his daughter. "What, Sweetheart?"
"Matt bad boy." She pointed at her brother, who was now dodging in and out of the rows of pews, with Chris hot on his heels.
Eric almost laughed, until he remembered that he and Anie were trying to teach Mary not to tattle all the time.
Richard Bateman, who had been talking to Eric looked too. "Looks like Chris is being pretty bad too," he laughed.
Mary nodded, which caused both men to laugh.
"Guess we had better put a stop to it," Eric grinned. "Esspecially since Mary can't be bad with them."
Just as Chris had Matt "cornered" between two pews, strong hands siezed Chris around the waist, halting any further games. At the same time, Reverend Camden caught MAtt and lifted him up in his arms.
"Chris, what is the meaning of this?" Richard asked his child. "You and Matt are running around here like two wild indians."
"But, Daddy," Chris protested. "Matt stoled them and now he won't give 'em back." Chris pointed at the prize clutched tightly in Matt's fist.
Eric Camden gave his son what he hoped was a stern look. "Matt, give Christina back her hair ribbons."
"But, Daddy..."
"Now."
"Fine." Matt thrust out a small hand. "If she's gonna be such a SISSIE about it, then she can have them dumb ole ribbons. I's just trying to have some fun."
Chris took her ribbons and smiled sweetly. "Thank you."
"Now, you two play pretty together," Eric admonished. Both children were released. As soon as the adults had turned thier backs, Chris stuck her toungue out.
"Sissie," Matt hissed.
"QUit calling me that!" Chris demanded.
"Make me."
"Okay." With that, both children began tearing around the church again.
Eric and Rich looked at each other and laughed. Let their mothers deal with it this time.
AUTUMN 1984
"MATT CAMDEN!!!!! I"M GONNA GET YOU!!!!!!!!!" Four year old Chris Bateman chased the darl haired little boy through the church.
"Ya' gotta catch me first," the older four year old taunted, grinning back at his friend.
Chris managed to catch Matt and jerk him around causing both children to fall to the floor in a giggling heap. Chris pushed away, stood up, and, holding out a small hand, demanded, "Give them back, Matthew!!!!!"
"No way, Jose'!!!!!!!!!!" Matt got to his feet and took off running again.
Chris chased him up the aisle, around the alter, through the choir loft, in and out of the Sunday school rooms, and back into the sanctuary. All the while both kids were shrieking with laughter.
Two year old Mary Camden watched her brother and his friend with interest. It looked like fun, but Mommy never let her play with them after church, cause she said they played to rough. Whatever that meant.
Matt was running in the church and that was a No-No. Mary did know that. She pulled on her Daddy's pants' leg. "Daddy, Daddy."
Eric Camden looked down at his daughter. "What, Sweetheart?"
"Matt bad boy." She pointed at her brother, who was now dodging in and out of the rows of pews, with Chris hot on his heels.
Eric almost laughed, until he remembered that he and Anie were trying to teach Mary not to tattle all the time.
Richard Bateman, who had been talking to Eric looked too. "Looks like Chris is being pretty bad too," he laughed.
Mary nodded, which caused both men to laugh.
"Guess we had better put a stop to it," Eric grinned. "Esspecially since Mary can't be bad with them."
Just as Chris had Matt "cornered" between two pews, strong hands siezed Chris around the waist, halting any further games. At the same time, Reverend Camden caught MAtt and lifted him up in his arms.
"Chris, what is the meaning of this?" Richard asked his child. "You and Matt are running around here like two wild indians."
"But, Daddy," Chris protested. "Matt stoled them and now he won't give 'em back." Chris pointed at the prize clutched tightly in Matt's fist.
Eric Camden gave his son what he hoped was a stern look. "Matt, give Christina back her hair ribbons."
"But, Daddy..."
"Now."
"Fine." Matt thrust out a small hand. "If she's gonna be such a SISSIE about it, then she can have them dumb ole ribbons. I's just trying to have some fun."
Chris took her ribbons and smiled sweetly. "Thank you."
"Now, you two play pretty together," Eric admonished. Both children were released. As soon as the adults had turned thier backs, Chris stuck her toungue out.
"Sissie," Matt hissed.
"QUit calling me that!" Chris demanded.
"Make me."
"Okay." With that, both children began tearing around the church again.
Eric and Rich looked at each other and laughed. Let their mothers deal with it this time.
