Today at church -- a special two-hour meeting -- Laura refused to sit in her own chair, so she was on my lap most of the time. (Adding to the pain, we were in the cultural hall in the hard metal chairs.) She kept asking whether she could get up and go get water, whining she was hungry, kicking me and the people sitting around us, etc. I've had more pleasant stake conferences, that's for sure.
She must have been paying some attention, though. Tonight she was asking questions about the hymn I Know That My Redeemer Lives. "Is that a Christmas song?" she asked. No, I said. "But it sounds like a Christmas song!" she said.