Will He Like It?

Apparently, my cousin and I were on the same wavelength yesterday when we did trial runs in the Nursery with our almost-old-enough offspring.

Here is what happened:

I took Zeke, screaming, out of Relief Society. I dragged him, screaming, to Nursery.

Once inside, he promptly stopped screaming, let go of my hand, and toddled off to play.

I call that a success. I also have great sympathy for the Nursery leaders, because it was 8000 degrees in that room. Have I mentioned how I feel about our building? It starts with S and ends with "tinks."