Nursery Teachers or Lion Tamers, same diff.

So there we was, in the forest.. er. well the church, walking steadily towards where we though they might be, and we jumped out from behind a bush... well.. i mean.... walked through the door and then we spotted them, four children. "Phew" we was saying, but their zoo keeper was like, "if you could go to Nursery A, that would be good." and so we does. upon arriving there we find out two things. first off, There are no smiles on Sunday Mornings in Nursery. second Children Don't like Strangers, well for at least five minutes. Well there we was in the middle of a clearing surround by snarling youth, knashing their teeth, and crying for mommy. Right Terrifying they was too, but finding large bins loaded with Distraction devices, we tossed brightly colored plastic knick knacks and fluffy recreations of other wild life into their drooling fangs and slobber covered claws. after that, trying to civilize them with a lesson, was almost a cinch, that was until they got hungry. so before they tore us limb from limb we gave them food, and lots of it. then we sang to them until their Mothers rescued them. And that was Mindy and My First Day in the Nursery. (Picture that was provided is a Re-enactment, by an unpaid professional volunteer to our cause seeing as we are not allowed to take pictures of specimens found in Nursery, our thanks to the lovely photograph Modeled by Sam Peterson.)