subtitled: Where are the children when I need them?
On Sunday I was sitting in church and dying of being overly hot. Tiffany tried giving me a blast of winter via a mint, but it wasn’t enough. I fanned myself with my worship folder. Still uncomfortably warm. I took off my scarf. No good.
The Scene: Dramatic Play/The Book Corner
The Conversation: “Hey, Miss K, you should sit on that couch and we should use that leaf to fan you!”
Where are you when I need you, kids?