Don't get too excited.........
The Rock still has autism, big time.

A couple of weeks ago our church had a "healing of the sick" service so to speak. If you had an ailment, like cancer or other disease, you could go down to the front of the church and the elders would pray for you. Really cool concept - I thought it was great (safe in my pew - thankful that I wasn't sick and didn't have to get up in front of everyone).

#1 Dad gets up during this. I think maybe he has to use the restroom or had to take a phone call. Whatever. I did what I was supposed to do and closed my eyes and prayed for the people going up front.

Footsteps. They are running. They are loud. They are getting louder/closer. Sounds like the running footsteps of a child. What kind of idiot would bring a kid in here at a time like this?

Oh no. OMG. I open my eyes, and to my HORROR, The Rock is running up the middle of the sanctuary RIGHT TOWARDS ME. He has already made a couple of laps around the congregation. How in the hell did he get in here? Oh yeah - #1 dad went and got him out of childcare and brough him in to be "healed". Awesome.

The little sucker is FAST. I jump up in my 4 inch heels and sundress and catch him midstride. I am proud of myself for such a quick interception. #1 Dad walks over to me and says he's sorry - Rock got away from him. Thank God most everyone knows the deal and there are a few well meaning snickers from people we know. It doesn't make it any less mortifying. I usually love an audience. Only child syndrome. Not today.....

#1 Dad wrestles the squirming, whining 5 year old down to the front of the church. Our sweet pastor (who is battling cancer himself) prays over him, and a few others come over and join in. It was a nice moment for about 3 seconds. They put some oil on his head and send #1 Dad and the squirmer on their way.

I know I should get up. But I am just too embarrassed. My kid just did a 10K around the sanctuary. I sit in my safe pew and hold my head in my hands and pretend to be in prayer. All I'm waiting for is the music to start. Ahhhh there it is. Everyone to your feet and here's where I can make my exit.

I meet #1 dad in the lobby and we just look at each other like "that was fun".

Is he healed of autism? Heck no. But he did get to go in "Big Church" so that automatically makes him cool.

Well - nothing that a little mexican food can't smooth over. Los Rancheros, here we come..............

Can you order a margarita in church clothes?