I Don't Do Anything.....

 I file them in like little ducks.  Everywhere.  It's a scene of repetition, an endless replay loop of loading and unloading, filing in and out from car to door and back again.  I'm kind of used to it now.  It's commonplace.  This morning I had some information to pick up from the church office.  I've been conned into leading the 3-4 year old class at this year's Vacation Bible School.  (God bless my mother-in-law!)  And so each morning next week I'll be leading a group of 3 and 4 year old children in their daily Bible School activities for St. Mary's Catholic Church.  It's kind of funny.  My sister-in-law said, "Wait.  Aren't you Methodist?"  "It's worse than that," I replied.  "I'm Baptist."

So as I pick up my information packet this morning the woman at the church office proclaims, "My, don't you have a lot of helpers." To which came the following responses:

Zoë:  I help a lot.  I made Daddy's coffee this morning.  (She did.  And it was great.  Irish cream--freshly ground beans.)

Zane:  I help, too.  Sometimes I make the coffee. 

Zia (speaking in her loudest outside voice that begs to be heard above the clamor or four siblings):  I don't do anything.  I'm just cuteness!

She's got a point.


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