ONE CLEAN LITTLE CHUCKLE
This story was told to me so I don't know if it is true or if it is a joke. I think it is a joke, but then again -------
The guests were all seated. The parents of the bride and groom had been escorted down the aisle and seated in the front row on their respective sides. The groomsmen were in their places. The bridesmaids had each enjoyed their moment of glory as they individually walked down the aisle and took their places opposite the groomsmen. The ring bearer was the next to enter the door to the chapel. He was adorable in his little tux, just 3 years old and the bride's brother.
Everyone smiled as they watched him begin his trip down the aisle. Then the smiles changed to puzzled looks. As the little boy took a step, he let go of the ring cushion with his right hand, raised it in front of him curving his fingers, scratching at thin air and going, "Grrrrr", as loud as he could.
On the next step, he held the cushion with his right hand, let go with his left, raising it in front of him with curved fingers, scratched at thin air and again went, "Grrrrr", as loud as he could. He continued alternating hands and going,"Grrrrr", all the way down the aisle to the alter.
The ceremony continued without a hitch. At the end, the minister couldn't control his curiosity any longer and asked why the boy made such strange motions and sounds as he walked down the aisle.
The boy replied, "That was the only way I knew how to be a ring bear."