church is neat

Wyn and I went to church for the first time ever last Sunday. Mom and Dad planned to take us several times before, but we had a little trouble cooperating, i.e. sleeping the night before. It sure was special. I behaved quite well, if I do say so myself, as did my little brother (that's him snoozing away). Lots of people smiled at us, held us and made us feel very welcome. After the service, Wyn and I had a little meeting and decided we'd like to go again very soon.