‘I’m the Preacher’
We have an antique music stand with some old hardcover book on it that we basically use as a decoration. One evening out of the blue Bella walks up to it, starts flipping the pages, gesturing in the air, says a mish-mash of phrases from her bedtime stories – is generally pretending she is reading from this book to some unseen audience.
So I ask her, “what are you doing, baby”?
“I’m the Preacher.”
It’s nice to know she is paying attention in church, even if it usually doesn’t seem like it.
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