Whew. Just got home forty-five minutes ago from watching little kids for church, and I am still exhausted. In all the time I have spent helping there, I have never had to change a diaper: I was with four-year-olds for PIG, and they're toilet-trained. But I got put with steady-walkers for second service (mostly ones and twos). A lot of the twos can go to the bathroom themselves with help, and that's what I thought I was getting when two-year-old Micah pulled on the bathroom door handle, but when he got his diaper down...ehm, no. Everything everywhere, and there's no sink in the little-kid bathroom, so I'm trying to get him to stay in one place while I wash things off...and the other girls helping me, they couldn't keep an eye on everyone at once, so no one noticed that Chelsea had wandered over to the bathroom until I opened the door and smacked her in the head. ...They noticed her then.
Kathy and I watched the fours later on, for the third service, which would have been fine, we did it every week from February to June--but there was another lady in there helping, and it was her first week, and she was old enough to be, ehm, let's say old-fashioned, so we none of us breathed without worrying about what she would say about it, including Kathy and me.
She took one of the nursery toys, a tiny plastic power tool, home with her to throw it away, on the grounds that it was shaped like a gun (only very vaguely, I might add--in the sense that, you know, it had a handle and a slightly tubular part, but to me that's where the similarities ended...), and as everyone knows, she said, little boys make everything into G-U-N-S and it shouldn't be in the nursery.
...I didn't bother pointing out that Jonah had played with it for over half an hour without doing any more with it than pretending to fix the ceiling.
Lesa, who runs the nursery, got wind of the G-U-N incident and is going to talk to Gloria, who supervises this kind of thing.
Anyway, entertainment this afternoon, so I'll be going. Stuff later.
-Laurel