Cute moments from the weekend......
Little Miss Mae had a friend over for a play date yesterday. While all the girls were eating cutie oranges, K-Rae asked the friend: “Do you know what these are called?
Tambourines!” The friend went along with it, and they all enjoyed eating their “tambourines.”
Today at church was “Family Sunday” (where all the kids stay in church the entire service to give the Sunday School teachers a break.) Now I can appreciate the concept of giving the Sunday School teachers a break, as we are preschool Sunday School teachers on a once-a-month basis. However, wrangling a three-year-old for an hour and a half is a more than just a little bit challenging. At one point in the service K-Rae was wearing her little plastic toy slinky on her nose like some sort of bizarre moustache. Everyone around us thought that was quite humorous, and RyDaddy and I had to laugh about that one too. The pastor probably thought all of the chuckles were about the sermon.
Toward the end of the service, the pastor had all of the children come up to the front for a story. (My thought was: 'Finally—a break from the little wiggly comedian sitting next to me!') RyDaddy took the girls up front. As soon as the pastor said the story was about a boy that ran away from home, Little Miss Mae, our sensitive one, decided right then and there she wasn’t about to hear about THAT—so for a little one that struggles with walking, she sure managed to drag RyDaddy out of there faster than a bolt of lightning. That left K-Rae upfront unsupervised with the dozens of other children and the pastor……at one point the lady in front of me turned around and said, “Can you see K-Rae…she looks so sweet with her head on the pastor’s shoulder looking at the Bible while…” but before she could finish that sentence, and before I could see that sweet moment, the microphone behind the pastor started rocking precariously…….and almost in unison, the entire congregation interrupted the pastor-calling him by name and pointing at the microphone behind him that was about to topple over on the group of children….the culprit, yes, K-Rae…..one minute reading the Bible with her head on the pastor’s shoulder, the next moment……well, you get the picture.
A dear sweet grandfatherly man commented as we were leaving church that “God sent Little Miss Mae so we would all know what angels look like." I just smiled, and thought to myself, yes, and he sent us K-Rae so…........Well, you get the picture!
