Sunday Best

The boy is rotten, no doubt about it. When I picked him up from the nursery tonight Kimberly chattered on and on about what a sweet boy Eli is. How cute. How wonderful. How great it is that he can play on his own for so long. How nice it must be to have such a happy baby. How she felt bad that she wasn't paying him any attention, yet he just happily scooted around the room playing with toys and keeping himself busy.

Seriously?!?!? I think I've got a Sunday morning Christian in the making...