Of course I was being ultra reverent when I looked up to see a chubby hand waving a sticker in my face. This little man brushed my bangs to the side and planted "I know my Savior Lives" right between my eyes. Flattered, I looked down the pew to see that all eight of us were thus adorned (except for Zach- as the favorite uncle he got three stickers) right as the Sacrament came down our row. Jax then wandered back down the pew, peeling them off our faces and sticking them on his own.
I can't wait to have kids in church. Who needs Quiet Books when you've got stickers?