Monday, December 18, 2006

and her name was

Church this afternoon. We walk down:

'No, don't stop to stroke the cat...'
'Yes, I know there's a squirrel keep walking!'

Then we sit at the back where we can't see anything:

'Leave the hassocks alone'
'No, it isn't nearly finished'
'No sweetheart, I can't see your Mummy either'
'Put the Bible down'

We sing carols:


We listen to the vicar:

'Our Father...'
'I'll start that again. Our Father, who..'
'Maybe I'll say one line and then you can repeat it. Our Father (Our Father)'

We ignore our headteacher:


And then we walk back:

'Oh look! There's the squirrel again!'