After a nice long nap this afternoon (woohoo!), C was in the kitchen quietly looking up at the fridge where her attendance chart hung that she brought home from Sunday School last week.
Finally she says, “Hey, why does God sell shoes in heaven?”
Huh?
The chart was filled with stickers of what it’s like to be two now…things like baseball bats and tricycles, Sippy cups and toothbrushes. And of course, a pair of sneakers.
Apparently all take home things from class must be things in heaven 
I’m working on a post in my head on setting goals that I may be able to tie in with Nehemiah and count as a review. I’m gonna try real hard to have the energy to write that tonight. I had a nice nap today so it may happen.
