Tonight, Daddy had to work late and Mommy had school. So, Aunt J. graciously volunteered to take them with her to church and I would pick them up later. Honestly, I was the most worried about MMC because she's been having "stranger anxiety" lately. MAC would be fine (I was sure) because Cousin T. would be there playing with her. I arrived, a few minutes early and observed unnoticed. MAC was not sitting in her chair like all the other good little boys and girls. She was standing immediately in front of the teacher who was reading the story and holding up a picture. The teacher asked MAC to sit in her chair so everyone else could see. MAC looked her in the eye and then poked the picture before returning to her seat. Needless to say, I waited a little while before I came to the door and said "I'm MAC's Mommy!"
After my face quit burning, I picked MAC up and then went down to get MMC from her room. I chatted for a few minutes to make sure the night had gone relatively uneventful. Apparently, MMC is just the best little mommy to all the younger babies! Who knew? As we walked off, I noticed that MAC was eating something. I glanced down to see a cracker/cookie thing that I didn't recognize in her hand. "Where did you get that?" Her reply was a crumb-y smile. "Did you bring that snack from Aunt J's house?" Nope. Then the teacher glances up and says "Oh, those are little treats I brought in. It's ok." MAC had taken it upon herself to investigate the counter where the nursery worker stands when you pick up your child. She had also decided to help herself to the home-made pie crust cookies this nice lady had brought for the other nursery workers that night. After repeated assurances to me that she didn't mind, I prompted MAC to say "Thank you" and rushed out with my face burning. Her punishment? She had to give what was left to Cousin T.
Guess that's what I get for not watching her every single second!
Why don't these things ever happen when Daddy's in charge?
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