whats my purpose??

those of you that are here on a regular basis know that the kids were in a wedding last weekend. the wedding coordinator at the church is a friend of ours and she came to me after the wedding and shared with me what colby said to her before he walked in.
let me preface this by saying that, in theory, the ring bearer, well, bears the rings. yes? however most couples nowadays just have the best man and/or maid of honor hold on to the rings. its a bit more assuring as i'm sure you can imagine, especially if your ring bearer is super young as many of them are.
colby, however is eight, almost nine, and is a responsible kid. the one other wedding he was in, he carried the rings, so that was his expectation. let me also interject that i completely understand the decision to not tie the rings to the pillow, and am in no way upset or disappointed that he didn't have them. not a big deal. to me.
apparently, though, colby was a bit confused.
standing at the back of the church, waiting for his cue, he looked at denise (the coordinator) and asked her, "whats my purpose?" i caught her off guard a little bit and she asked what he meant. he said, "why am i here? if i'm not carrying the rings, why do they need me?"
fortunately he was also pulling the grooms 1-year-old little brother and co-ring bearer down the aisle in a wagon, so she didnt have to look to far for a valid reason to satisfy him. "you need to pull the wagon! if you're not here, who's going to pull the wagon down the aisle?" colby said, "yeah, i guess youre right." of course once his wagon pulling duties were fulfilled and he was on the stage with an empty pillow, this was his expression most of the time.

i doubt he will have the opportunity to bear any rings again, but if he does, i'll make sure he's fully informed before game day.

speaking of purpose and knowing what yours is, molly is searching for the answer to the age old question, 'what will i be when i grow up?'

she was walking to the mailbox with allen yesterday, and said 

molly: i think i know what i want to be when i grow up.

allen: you do? what?

molly: a doctor.

allen: a doctor? thats great.

molly: a doctor, or i'll work at HEB.

not that theres anything wrong with working at HEB, and of course that doesnt automatically assign her to a cashier or bagger or that person that brings all the carts in from the parking lot. still, HEB is quite a leap from doctor. perhaps we can work on finding some middle ground.