I’m right, right? Can I get a holy Amen in here (Whoa, now…that was a little too loud. Smile wink smile).
But, in all honesty, my three year old fled and panicked today and did not want to be left in the huge Sunday school room alone. So I did what I needed, I scooped her up, plopped her on my lap, and sat through church with her while I got to give her a million unappreciated kisses (as she loudly proclaimed in the service to Stop Kissing Her), cuddle her in my arms, hold and dance with her in worship, and take communion with her on my hip.
And she was happy. And I was happy. And the Sunday school teachers were most likely ecstatic.
Best of all????
These lovely selfies she took during the sermon time (insert scary laughter from evil selfie).