Nathaniel’s holding the craft we made in Sunday School this morning for all the kids to give to their mothers. Nathaniel ordered me to trace his hand (I was the teacher this morning), and to cut it out, and then he immediately adopted a sweet voice and said, “I love you, Mama” as he handed it to me. Hmm, so he treated me like a servant instead of a teacher, but then he was nicer to me as a mother afterward . . .
Erin
Alan Schmierer