Our church had a fall picnic on Sunday evening. We had hot dogs and all the fixins. We had a mean game of bocce ball going along with a water balloon toss. Nolan liked it until his balloon popped on him and you would have thought it was the end of the world. Ahhh, the drama. Campbell was a huge hit, especially with all the ladies. I even got to eat without bouncing him on a leg or rocking back and forth. The great thing about church is that when it comes to your kids, it's like going to family gatherings. You have so many people to help. They should totally charge me a babysitting fee every Sunday for all the help they give. There are times when I have no idea where Nolan is in church and sure enough here comes one of the youth group kids holding his hand playing with him corraling him to come back to me. Talk about true sheperds! On Sunday morning, before children's moment, Nolan apparently noticed the cross for the first time at the front of the church. He said, "Is that a cross?" (Sometimes he gets crosses and the letter 't' mixed up). One of his mini little babysitters, Trent, confirmed that it was and he responded, "I want a cross for my bithday party." What 3 year old wants a cross for his birthday party?