Look, I'm wearing Power Ranger Underwear

Paul is the subject of much of my conversation, but today his Sunday school teacher had a story to tell about him. She keeps a mental list of things she's said that she never would have imagined having cause to say. On this list are things like, "you have to finish your french fries before you get any ice cream" and "don't lick your sister." Today Paul helped her add to this list.

One little boy in class went to the bathroom and came out with his pants down to show off his Batman underwear. Paul, not wanting to be outdone, tried to pull his pants down just in back to show the Red Power Ranger on his undies. As Paul unsnapped and began to unzip, his teacher imagined a class of pantless 3-year-olds. She found herself declaring, "we don't take our pants off in Bible class."

So, Paul adds richness to the life of everyone he meets.

VBS 2008

Craft time in the 4th grade

Paul walks through the wilderness toward the Red Sea with good friend, Colby

The 4th grade waits for Passover

VBS has been fun. Coker and I taught in the 4th grade class, which is to say we worked crowd control. We were not responsible for much, but really enjoyed getting to spend time with the kids. We helped Todd Robinson and Betty Autry, who are both pros. I love Gram Betty; she’s been teaching 4th grade long enough that she taught Todd and several of the parents of the present class. We helped with crafts and learned along with the kids. I feel like I was in VBS.

TJ did alright. He’s so clingy that staying in the nursery was a battle for him. It was late and he wanted mama. He watched part of the show tonight and really enjoyed it (for a while). He stood in my lap clapping, pointing, waving and talking.

Paul loved VBS. He woke up each morning since the first night asking if we would go today. He sat with friends to watch the show and seemed to know all the kids his age. It made my heart swell to see him waving and talking to so many of his friends.

Shhh...

Paul spent one day a few weeks ago asking me “why?” Tonight, he climbed all over me at the VBS opening show asking question after question. “Where did he go?” “Who is that?” “Is that Pharaoh?” “When will she stop singing?” “Is that a baby?” “Who said mama?” "Where is Sean going?" "Is it over?"

I thought they were just supposed to ask why.