For the first time in months…..Scout has cried his way out of nursery.  He wasn’t crying because he didn’t like it, or he was scared, or anything else of the sort.  He was crying because he was well aware of the fact that his tears could send him into B’s class, or even to Nonnie in primary.  I have tried to get him over the hump for months, and nothing was doing the trick.  But this week, something clicked, and I am thrilled!  It was one of three things that did the trick.  First off, there was a boy who was crying pretty good.  I asked Scout if he wanted to be big like the rest of the kids, or little like him (the boy who was crying).  He really observed, and I think was weighing the options — look like a fool and hang out with the older kids in primary, or forego the big kids and be tough.  Then I told him that I was going to let him have his latest obsession with him during nursery — his chapstick.  Finally, I told him that I was going to leave my bag in nursery to ensure him that I was going to come back.  Whatever it was….it worked!  Hallelujiah!  I had my most relaxing week of church in months.  And let’s be honest, I know it was because he wanted to be big and didn’t want to cry like a baby. (I know the other mother, and she was gracious enough to allow me to throw her usually nursery-perfect child under the bus as a teaching moment for my guy.)  I am crossing my fingers for next week.