"Mommy, I don't want to go to church," said the 3 year old.
"Well, honey, that's where we're going," I replied in my isn't-this great!-voice.
"I'm too noisy," he promised.
I consider that premeditation.
Actually, he wasn't noisy. He just lay down in the aisle. And took off his shoes and socks.
I was nursing the baby (gasp!), happy that I insisted on sitting in the back pew, and grateful for indulgent elderly parishioners.