Underappreciated Crayons

I don't have any cool pictures, so I guess this post will be a monologue. You'll have to close your eyes and visualize with me what I'm about to share.....

Doodle di doo, doodle di doo (picture Wayne's world with the wavy lines going right now)

Ever since we were young, Amy and I have had this problem of cracking each other up in the worst possible places. Church, for instance, or Mr. Andrjewski's freshman chem class. I even remember having to walk out of Spanish 101 at BYU because something set us off and there was no stopping us. We don't do it on purpose. It's just some weird twin phenomenon where we both see something or hear something and we know exactly what the other is thinking and all of a sudden we're rolling on the floor. We turn into 10 year olds all over again!

Last week Amy and I are sitting in sacrament and Lucy is absorbed in her coloring book. We're absorbed in the testimonies. Lucy pulls out a crayon and starts coloring. All of a sudden she stands straight up, raises her crayon and says (in her not-so-primary-voice) "Hey, this not working!" I looked down and saw her holding the white crayon. That's all it took! We are better at controlling ourselves and didn't actually have to leave the meeting, but we couldn't look at each other for a few minutes. It's not even that funny, is it? Lucy moved on and still thinks they put a faulty crayon in the box. I couldn't chance explaining it to her for fear I would start laughing.