Church was nice, particularly because my little Caillou went up in front and sang with his primary class for the first time. He smiled at me, excitedly and bashfully most of the time, and occassionally sang a few notes of "Mother Dear". I was beaming with pride, you see.... this could have been a disaster, my little Caillou and all his mischievious wonder, a microphone, a large audience for him to entertain.... but a disaster it was not. He did climb up on the little podeum reaching for the microphone, and the Bishop lifted him back down twice, but once the singing started, he quickly joined in. At the end of the song, all the little kids quietly walked back to the pews to sit with their families. My Caillou was the last one to walk down, and with a twinkle in his eye, which I immediately recognized with an "uh-oh" under my breath, he turned around at lightning speed and darted back to the microphone. I waddled at an even faster pace, and caught him before he could preach his sermon. And all was well, no disaster, do tantrum, just a proud Mommy, grinning and giggling at her little boy's sweet silliness. During Sunday school, the boys made craft projects for me, Jasper made a brown satin ribbon flower corsage for me to wear, and had a little baggy with heart shaped cookies for me. Caillou made a darling little picture frame with a bit of help from Daddy. It was a good morning. We stopped on the way home and Caillou visited his friend Betty. Betty is a homeless woman in our town with a sad mysterious past, she wears black and red, and is called "Red Betty" by all the town folk. We thought she could use a little cheering up so Caillou went to say hello and to give her a handful of pink carnation flowers.