Conspiracy Theory

What kind of conspiracy do God and LaRue have?
Yesterday was another whopper at church.
After realizing that Cinco was wearing LaRue's tutu (a nine-month-old in a 4T tutu), I realized LaRue had her dress unbuttoned ALL the way down the front flashing everyone. When I told her to button it, she took it off. Instead of setting off a screaming fit, I just let her stand there clad in only a shirt and pull-up (which was covered by undies??).
When I went up to lead the children's choir, she tried to follow me and was screaming when Cookie Monster stopped her. He yelled, "Mom has to go teach," which brought giggles from much of the church.
I'm sure everyone loves seeing us sitting in the fourth pew from the front. Last week, when her shoe fell off on the way back from communion she plopped herself on the floor and screamed "My shoesie. My shoesie!" Mind you, we were the first people in line, so everyone had to wait for her. When we returned to the pew, she stood on the seat. I told her to sit, she looked at me with a serious face and sternly replied "No." I tried to hide my smile.
It was a different story when later, she stood again. Again, I said sit. "No. No. No. No," she said seriously.
I snatched her up, took her to the step outside and had a chat. All the while, she sat there with her sweet little hands folded in her lap and her head down. That girl makes me laugh, while at the same time she drives me crazy.
I have no doubt God is using her to teach me about patience, the Biblical patience described in Galatians. Cause heaven knows I can't handle her independence on my own. And, seriously, just where does she get this desire for independence from??? (Stop laughing.)
I know God is laughing.