OK, only one child.
And she doesn't hate me. She just hollered "I don't like her" and clung to her mom when they came up for children's time.
This was my first children's time.
It was the pastor's 3-year old.
Yay me.
After the kids left for Sunday School, I looked at the congregation and said, "Well, as long as the rest of y'all don't cry when you see me, I think we'll be ok."
It got a laugh.
Yay me!
