Now that our church time has switched from 9 am to 1 pm, our sweet little Jack has decided that he no longer wants to go to nursery. This is Jack...who never cares when he's left with a babysitter, who went to nursery happily last year, and who will talk to anyone willing to listen. But since nursery is now during nap time, he has turned into the hysterical child plastered onto his parents the minute sacrament meeting is over.
Yesterday we tried yet again to get him to go to nursery. I dropped him off, told him to stay and play, and slipped out the door. I heard wailing behind me as the door shut, but I am a firm believer in giving kids a few minutes to cry it out...after that, they are usually fine. As I walked back to my Primary class, I heard a loud scream followed by a fast swishing sound. I turned around just in time to see Jack literally whiz past me, screaming at the top of his lungs, pants swishing as he ran for his life. The poor nursery leader was a few steps behind, trying to catch up, shouting to the other nursery leader, "We've got a runner!"
Jack bolted past me (the mean one who left him in nursery) to Caton's class (pretty smart that he knew where is was) and Caton ended up spending two hours in the nursery with Jack. But despite our frustrations, Caton and I couldn't help but laugh about our little escapee all day.
No comments:
Post a Comment