My husband teaches Sunday School. My baby needed to be fed just before Sunday School, which meant that not only did he have to teach, but he also had to watch Kiddo. Baby ate fast, so I came back as things were getting settled. Kiddo had found a hymn book, and was standing in the front, holding the book, waving her arm, and singing "I am a Child of God."
My husband tried valiantly to teach around her, but as I walked in, it was clear that no one was paying attention to him, as every one smiled with joy to watch my little girl bear her simple testimony. I passed the little one off to a friend, and took Kiddo out. She then serenaded those in the hallway.
