It’s the end of Day Two of our church’s Vacation Bible School. We’re doing Superhero Headquarters. Catchy tunes, but I miss the old songs I sang as a girl. “Father Abraham,” “This Little Light of Mine,” “I am a C – H – R – I – S – T – I – A – N.”

I learned a lot of theology in those simple songs.

It’s Susan’s last year because she’s twelve, next year she wants to be a teacher’s helper so she can wear a costume. Lucy intentionally bumped up to the kindergartners. Edmund accidentally enrolled in with an older age group because I never can keep track of what his public school grade should be. Peter had everyone up at 6: 30 am so we wouldn’t be late. Yesterday we were 15 minutes late. Today we left early.

I think I finally have a child willing to be the official time keeper other than I.

I guess you can learn more than just Bible from Vacation Bible School.

I’m in the “store”. Does your church do a store, where you earn stamps for memory verses, bringing a friend, having good behavior, so you can trade in the smiley faces for candy and cheap toys? I’m not sure I like the store. Don’t tell my kids I said that.

One of my favorite aspects of VBS is the crafts. I’ve always loved the crafts. I think I’ll scan a few of my favorites from this year and post them. That may be the only way they survive.

Currently there are seven kids in my house. Ages: 12, 10, 10, 10 as of tomorrow, 9, 8 and 5.

It’s raining.

Maybe I should get off the computer.