Wednesday, September 14, 2011

deja you.

When Claire was three, she attended a once-a-week preschool at BSF, while I was at bible study in the building. Two years later, this crazy fool went too.
I love that they both have the same nervous smile and unsure hands.
He did great. When I arrived, he was sitting in the circle and listening to the story. Here are his impressions:
"I mixed the play doh, Mom."
"Why we have to be quiet?" (during the very short 'quiet time.')
"I'm not telling you the bible story, Mom."
"We got crackers."