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Kicked out of Nursery

I suspect regular readers of my blog will think this title refers to the Flying Monkey. It doesn't. It refers to me.

For the uninitiated, "nursery" is a place to take toddlers at church where they are loved, fed snacks and given toys, music time and short lessons while their parents are spiritual or take naps in Sunday School. I was asked to help out for the day--but not for long.

As soon as I got there, the Flying Monkey yelled, "No!" and "Go!" and screamed and cried and dragged me to the door over and over until the other nursery leader suggested I go and get someone else to take my spot.

Apparently, he did just great after I left.

I was actually looking forward to being in there but oh well. At least I got a nap.
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Jess said…
Ah, the love of a child. :) At least you'll never have to sub in nursery again.
6:56 PM
Katie said…
I hope you grabbed a snack on the way out! I LOVE nursery!
7:23 PM
Anonymous said…
Laughing!
6:33 PM
Ginger Churchill said…
You guys are great! Unfortunately jessk, there are two nurseries and I'm SURE they'll call me again but NOW I have the great "stealing snack" suggestion from katie. Why didn't I think of that???
10:01 AM
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