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My boys are very predictable. When we pick our oldest son up from his Sunday School class the teacher always tells us that he listened well, answered the questions, and was a good helper. He's involved, excited to be in his class, and he makes the teacher feel like someone understood her lesson. Tornado man, the middle boy, is entirely different. In spite of his nickname, he's very quiet. His Sunday School teachers usually get really excited when he participates at all. Although he can come home and recite almost every lesson or Bible verse verbatim, in the classroom, he's generally withdrawn and shy.
And then there is Princess G. It seems that every week her teachers share an interesting story about her. They love her and think she's adorable, yet she is anything but predictable. For example, there was the week when she had to defend herself against the rest of the class, which was apparently all boys. Supposedly, some boy attempted to take her truck away and she put up a fight and won. Then there was the week that she refused to take off her leather jacket because it was cute and she didn't want to give it away. Then there was the week that she decided to dance during the entire class to every song playing on the CD player. Or there was another week where she wanted someone to read a book to her and she listened well. Or there was a different week when she decided to be all artsy and did some serious coloring. Its seems that class with the princess is never dull.
This week, Princess G was on a different kind of mission. She was on a shoe hunt. Apparently, during the class time, she cornered each girl in her class and discussed their shoes with them. I'm sure the conversations went something like "cute shoes" or "like your boots" or something similar. It's hard to say. She gets all excited about her own shoes or boots that I lay out on Sunday mornings, so I guess she decided to get all excited about EVERYBODY'S shoes this week.
I wish I could say that I have no idea why Princess G is obsessed with shoes. But I'd be lying. She's somewhat a creature of her own environment and she definitely has some genetic shoe disorder like her mother. What can I say? I too approached someone at church to talk about her pretty heels yesterday. I guess us girls speak a language of our own. Shoes are like an art form to us. They're great conversation pieces, and they're a great tool for making friends at church!
