It was so easy, it's hard to believe this was my child. She marched up to the door, said hello and handed over the gift and in she went. We took a moment to give our phone number and cell phone numbers, just in case but when we left, she didn't even notice. When I went back to get her, she was glad to see me but I didn't have any sense that there was any relief in her, she hadn't been bothered at all. Actually, the mother in charge apologized for the fact that Pk got paint in her hair, which they tried to help her to wash out but which was not only in her hair but on her clothing, too. She certainly didn't refuse to participate because she was sad!
Guess she had a good time. Wonder whether she would let me leave her in the nursery at church now? Maybe I might be to hear a sermon, finally. But then again, maybe not.