Hiding comfortably behind the piano in the Primary room again today, I felt suddenly grateful to have a husband who can play the piano. I had taken it for granted that for two weeks in a row we had played a bit of musical chairs while he covered for me so I could sneak into the 11:00 meeting for the Sacrament. Having two unfortunate Saturday nights in a row left me scrambling, by myself, to get to our 9:00 one. Last Saturday evening, one child fell and severely cut his lip requiring 3 stitches. Yesterday, the other child, apparently feeling a little left out, fell and cut a gaping hole in the corner of her mouth. Now with an uncanny resemblance to the Joker, she has two stitches in place and a slightly extended smile. Naturally both nights were a little long for the kids and naturally I let them sleep in the next morning, thus our tardiness to church. And so, after tagging my husband and sliding back into my place on the piano bench, I realized how lucky I was.