For the first time EVER, Z didn't cry in Sunday School. In fact, I don't even think he cared that his Mommy left him- there were a few kids in the nursery (which helped) and he seemed to make fast friends with the girls in there. Apparently, he played, walked around and hung out. Of course, his mother kept walking in to check on him like a lunatic...and he was perfectly fine each time. Crazy mother.