Son #1 walked into the kindergarten Sabbath school class for the first time last weekend. The children were involved in an activity, so I helped him find a seat. After helping him get settled, I slipped out the door and quietly rejoined my husband in the main part of the church. We were pleased with how well Son #1 had entered his classroom.
Some time passed and we made our way downstairs to the door of the kindergarten classroom. Various parents were lined up against the wall casually discussing their children and mutual friends. Curious, my husband and I peaked through the window of the wooden door. Inside, children were seated with their hands on their laps fully attending to the lesson. Our child was seated as well, but with a vastly different demeanor.
There he was sitting in his chair with an expression only Jack Black could make. His legs were sprinting in a runners fashion while his arms were reaching out to catch the invisible football.