Cory called in sick to church on Sunday. Isaak and I packed off and went solo. Sacrament was actually awesome. He sat still-well kind of still. He didn't scream and we almost made it through the entire meeting. We headed for the hallway with only five minutes to spare. Smashing success. I went to drop Isaak off at Nursery, but he didn't want to stay. I left then they asked me to come back. He watched me like a hawk. I had to teach the last hour of church and I didn't want to have to take Isaak with me, so I was trying to decide if I should drop him back off at home or try to leave him in nursery. The nursery worker turned to Isaak and asked, "What do you want to play with?" He cuddled into me and said, "Mommy." I might have melted just a little bit. He must have been trying to butter me up for later when he was super ornery.