I was right:  Those first two days of Vacation Bible School were deceptively good – the “honeymoon period,” you might say.  When the little ones came in yesterday morning, it was like someone had replaced the girls’ kneecaps with springs and their mouths with…well, really talkative mouths.  The boys weren’t much better; every activity automatically turned into an epic battle to the death.  Holding hands to cross the street was a tug-of-war contest; paper plate tambourines turned into bludgeoning weapons; not even Baby Moses was safe, since his clay basket was clearly better suited for bombing helpless victims.  All told, their behavior turned most heinous. Continue reading →