is finally old enough to attend our church nursery after nearly 18 months of chaos. I want to buy new cars for all of the nursery workers or at the very least wash their current cars’ windshields with my tears of joy.
Seeing Magoo clap his hands and yell “Yay-MEN!” after a prayer in nursery is fun. Not hearing him yell other choice words during the adult meetings anymore is even more funner.
the reasons: spongy bones for children, exterminators