So that little girl yesterday, stomping and crying and kicking the door and screaming at the top of her lungs? In church? Not even our church?
That was mine.
So that little boy this morning, who was wandering around with his goods swinging free, because he threw his pants and undies down from the balcony in church? Our church? Where I have to show my face again?
That was mine.
I just thought you should know.
So much fun!
love it. sounds like my world.