Flying apples

Today, we all drove up to Papa's church for Mema's dedication service. We actually got out the door on time, but I left the toy bag at home. Ugh. She did fairly well for most of the service. Towards the end of the service, she started to get really restless. She started climbing and digging into her bag. She found her apples. I was actually impressed - because she got it open herself. I stopped being impressed when she started waiving the bag up and down. The bag quickly went from waiving in her hand to flinging apple slices across several pews. I could not stop giggling. Most of them landed on Jim, but there were some that landed over and around us. I was so thankful that everyone was a good sport about it. :)