Sometimes, I hate having to dress up nice for church on Sundays.
Sometimes, I love it.
Chas, on the other hand, always loves it.
I totally made that skirt. Yeahhh boi.
You like that skinny tie on my skinny guy? Yeah, me too.
I have a little story to tell you about something that happened in church this week.
Every Sunday, we serve in the Nursery. This means that, for two hours, we're in a room taking care of kids who are 18 months to 3 years old. We play, have a 4-minute lesson, eat snacks, sing songs, cry, color, cry, and play.
It's insane...but in a good way...mostly.
I have a good friend named Heather who has the cutest, most precocious little girl, Nora. Nora is one of our favorite Nursery kids.
Sunday evening, Heather had this convo with Nora:
Heather: Nora, what did you learn about in Nursery today?
Heather: Oh, nice. Who did you play with?
Nora: (giggling) Chas.
Nora: I love him!
(Please note: this is the same little girl who also told her mom recently that her baby's name was "Nora and Chas baby.")
Even though I can't blame the girl, I'm a little confused. I'm the one who carries her around, distracts her with the doll, and reads her books when she starts crying for her parents. Me. Not Chas. Chas actually has almost no interaction with Nora.
But, like I said, I can't blame her. I guess he just has that effect.
Good thing I'm not scared off by a little competition.
That's right. I'm talking to you, Nora.
And one more thing.
I'm giving away another print over at Across the Pond.
(I know what you're thinking. Another giveaway? Jeeze louise.)