Sunday, January 19, 2020

Spreading his wings

I promise I will stop talking about Alexander's nursery saga soon because, for the most part, it's basically over. Today I opened the door to the nursery, said, "Have a good time, bud," and he said, "Okay, Mom. Bye!" and walked on in.

Our primary has a rather strict policy about parents picking their children up after primary, at least for the younger half the primary. This is an unfortunate policy for our family because, well, I never remember to pick up my kids. Good thing they'll also release the kids to an older sibling...which I figured was limited to much older siblings (but apparently I was wrong).

When Sunday school let out, Andrew headed off to get his choir materials which left me to pick up Zoë and Alexander. But the primary room and the nursery room are in opposite directions so I decided I would pick Alexander up first and then I'd go pick up Zoë (who would likely by then have been picked up by one of her older siblings).

But when I got to the foyer by the nursery hallway, Zoë and Alexander were standing there. They were happy as could be, showing off their papers to each other and giving each other hug after hug and being ridiculously cute.

"Who picked you up?" I asked.

"I did!" Zoë said.

"You picked up Alexander?" I asked.



"I just opened the door and said, 'I'm here for Alex,' and they gave him to me!"

"Huh. But who picked you up?"

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean what do I mean? I mean you're supposed to stay in the primary room until someone picks you up!"

"Oh, that. It was taking too long so I just walked out and came to get Alexander."

Ha! So much for that policy.

I honestly wouldn't mind if they'd just release Zoë on her own (last year they wouldn't even let Benjamin leave his classroom on his own and I honestly never remembered to pick him up) but I am a little baffled that they'd give Alexander to her. I mean, I am confident that she knows how to search the church building to find her family but I'm not so sure Alexander has that same skill set. They probably just figured that if Zoë was out of primary it was because she had a responsible sibling or parent with her...but she didn't.

Anyway, Alexander was pretty proud of himself for going to nursery by himself for the second week in a row.

"I really spread my wings in nursery today!" he exclaimed.

"You wha-ha-ha-ha-hat?" I laughed.

"I spread my wings," he said.

I'm sure one of his leaders must have told him that and he was just parroting them because otherwise I don't know how he would have come up with it. I don't think it's a phrase I say often.

Later, when Andrew had asked for a volunteer to say the closing prayer for choir, Alexander perked up with excitement, nearly falling out of his chair, and announced, "I said the prayer in nursery!"

(Only of course he said, "I bed a pwayew in nur-ee!")

It was a rather cute little outburst from him. He's usually so quiet.

So I guess it's true: he's spreading his wings quite a bit!


  1. Spread your wings and fly, owl birdie baby! But don't fly too fast or too far!

  2. Your little kids are getting so big! I think it's hilarious that one little kid picked up another little kid...sigh.

    1. I know! I wish they'd stop!

      Although, they've spent most of the day playing for the first time in approximately 13 years I'm doing stuff without having another human attached to me and it's...kind of nice? Hahaha!

    2. What are you talking about!? Miss Z IS a big kid. Just ask her; she will tell you, I am sure, that she considers herself plenty big.