Nursery Rhymes - Life of bees in a busy ward hive

My twin daughters have a countdown chart hanging on the bulletin board in their room marking the number of Sundays left to endure Primary-typical behavior for those with 11-year-old anti-Primary syndrome. So I knew their motives weren't entirely altruistic when they offered to accompany my youngest daughter to a new nursery while on vacation and visiting my sister's Mormon ward.

I needed the help anyway. My tiny daughter hasn't learned to say goodbye since I've always been her nursery leader. And my sister was in a panic after a host of Sunday morning "I'm not going to be there" phone calls left her juggling Primary duties with only one ball about to drop.

"Of course," I said when asked to lead her singing time. Serving in someone else's Primary is even better than cleaning someone else's kitchen.

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