Sundays are great

On Sunday, we get up early and go to church. The nice nursery workers feed me while Dad and Mom are in church. Then, we go with Grandpa and Grandma Buell to lunch. I think this happens every Sunday. Well, we always come home after and I eat again. It never fails that I have a really stinky diaper after church. It was Dad's turn to change me. He thought I was going to get him too!