Going to Mass with Gregory is alway an adventure. You never know exactly what he's going to do.
Today he brought a plastic dagger, which I insisted on holding in my purse. Thomas then found it and tried to stab the pew to death.
Last week Gregory insisted on wearing a cowboy hat to Mass and not really at any other time.
You especially don't know what he's going to do when the priest/Eucharistic minister tries to give him a blessing. For some reason he doesn't want one. I think it's because he doesn't want a stranger touching him.
There was the time where he leaped up and slapped the priest's hand - luckily the priest thought he was playing.
Recently he acts like a spy in the Communion line. He sneaks behind me, stealing glances at the front of the line.
When we reach the front of the first pew he does one of two things. He stands in the front pew until I'm done receiving and runs after me, or he sneaks up, flattens himself against the front of the pew and creeps along it until he considers it safe to run back to our pew.
One day, the minister reached out for him, and Gregory ducked and ran. He took 4 steps, turned around and said loudly, "He missed me!!"