Every year, I look forward to the program. The Primary Presidency always puts together a great presentation and the spirit is always very strong. This year was bittersweet, because it was my youngest son’s last time, as Joey will be graduating from Primary next summer.
However, watching Joey climb up the stairs to the podium, before the program started, I was suddenly reminded of a cow being lead to slaughter. He hung his head, unenthusiastic about the whole thing. Then wore a frown the whole time he sat up there on the rostrum, purposely trying to hide behind the organ. Did not stand up and sing, nor even pretend to sing by just mouthing the words. No. The only time he did participate was when it was his turn to deliver his lines. He stood in the center of the stage, playing ‘air guitar’ or constantly check his imaginary watch, while making large over dramatic yawns. He then would walk up to the podium, deliver his line and go sit back down with a scowl on his face. *Facepalm*
Now I understand why some species eat their young.