My baby is 3 and a half. That means that he has graduated Nursery and attended Primary for the first time today! I have been excited about this since before he was born. Primary is awesome, from what I know.... However, my mad man didn't share my same excitement. I had to drag him, literally kicking and screaming to his class where he shrieked for a good couple of minutes. Finally, after hiding under the table for a few minutes, he warmed up and stayed for the rest of that hour. Then sing time began. Oh sing time, with your open doors and lack of pianist. He ran out. Not once. Not twice. Not even three times. Four. He escaped and had to be wrangled back up by several grown ups four times. He told me next week he was wearing a diaper to church so he could go back to the nursery with the babies.
He made this face all during sing time that I sat with him.