... then be just fine playing in the gym for the 45 minutes that you are waiting to get into the Bishop's office...
... and then, during the five minute interval that you are actually in the Bishops office for tithing settlement, will come and snuggle with you, only to throw up ALL OVER - getting himself, you, Benjamin, chair, and floor drenched in not-so-sweet smelling vomit - only missing baby Elizabeth thanks to mom's spidey-senses in lifting baby away from projectile stream (and sacrificing her jacket, shirt, and skirt to said stream...).
... and you leave the Bishops office (after apologizing profusely and trying to clean it up as best you can, knowing full well the smell is going to linger on through the entire rest of the night!), through a whole hallway full of people who are waiting from 2 different wards, with your half naked children (with the Bishop giving the rest of the people a warning, "see - they were a little short on tithing, so they had to give the shirt off their backs..").
... Seriously, what are the chances???
--- well, about the same as getting twins from clomid on your first go-around with pregnancy... :)