I may have written about this before but I was thinking about it today and it still makes me chuckle.

When Evan was probably 2 or 3, we used to sometimes take him to the nursery at church. He was never too fond of being left alone there. For some reason, he's always been rather attached to his parents.

Occasionally we would volunteer to help out in the nursery which basically involved playing with the kids, keeping them from hurting themselves (or each other), and having a snack. All of us liked the snack the best.

This particular Sunday, the snack was orange drink and Teddy Grahams. The children all sat together at a round table on those tiny little chairs. Including Evan. We poured them each a cup of orange drink, passed out napkins, and gave them each a handful of Teddy Grahams.

They were all behaving very well and enjoying their snacks.

Then we looked at Evan. He was carefully biting the head off of each Teddy Graham and then very lining the decapitated bears up in neat rows on the table in front of him.

It had to be our son. (rolls eyes)