I LOVE Sunday school. When it was time to go downstairs for it yesterday, I was clapping my hands and smiling really big. Mommy would ask "are you ready to go to class?" and I would get VERY excited.
Once down the stairs, she set me down, and I tried to take off running to the right door (no nursery for me, I'm a big girl now). Once she got the gate open to the room, I ran in without looking back.
Mommy's noticing an improvement as well in my "acting like a big girl" skills - how I try to use words, how I move my body around, etc...
However, after last weeks fiasco of Mommy having to actually haul me out of the class (b/c I didn't want to go) and then having a big fit for her, she sent Daddy down to get me. This time, I only managed to dump a cup of water on the both of us (mild in comparison, and really not done in anger), but I was still PO'd that I had to leave....
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