International Spy Academy

This week I was helping out at VBS, aka international spy academy, and yes, that includes having all the songs stuck in my head ("agents of the one true God!") allllll night while I'm trying to sleep. I was working in the kindergarten classroom with a lady named Stephanie, who I'm pretty sure is the nicest person I've ever met. Not even kidding. Also laughs more than anyone I know. She rarely makes it through a whole sentence without laughing, even when she's exhausted and stressed and the kids are yelling at McPatty, the irish dog puppet with a mustache. The puppets were handled by a kid from the church and whatever friends he managed to bring along with him, and they had those kids rolling every night. He used an Irish accent and never really stuck to the script; you never knew what was going to happen during the puppet show. Like a horse named Buddha, for example. I thought Stephanie was going to die when he came out. Apparently she had told the boys that they could use the horse puppet, but only if they changed his name. I guess that condition slipped their minds. It was good to get out of the house and actually do something in the church, finally, but it was frustrating that vbs happened in the evenings, because I didn't see Jesse for 3 or 4 days. He's been leaving for work at 5:45 am, and not coming home till almost 5, which is half an hour after I left for work at party planet. Then I would go straight to vbs and not make it home till 9:30, by which time he was already in bed so he could get up at 5. He says it was the perfect arraignment. He got up and breakfast was on the table, his lunch and second breakfast were packed for him, and he came home to an empty house with dinner ready to go in the oven. It was like being a bachelor with a maid. Yesterday he was playing watchdogs on the Xbox with a bunch of kids who kept shooting him in the butt because they thought it was hilarious. I was working on some choreography for dance camp next week, so I had my headphones in, and he had the headset on, so I couldn't hear much of what was going on, but I was watching him laughing as these kids ran around their virtual world with him, and it reminded me how much kids always love him. It's kind of amazing how well he gets along with them, even when it's just online games. We went to 6 Flags for 4th of July with the Figueroas and Jesse and the girls made it their goal to make me throw up on the teacups. I am pleased to say that it didn't happen, even though we went two rounds, and even Jesse admitted that round two was a bad idea. My head was still swimming the next morning. He'll get another chance, though, because we bought season passes so we can go back when Cricket comes (13 days!). It will be good to have a sister in the house again. I'm hoping to rope her into doing yoga with me. Jesse makes fun of me for doing yoga, but whatevs. The other thing I need to start doing is learning to tumble. Leslie said that she'll teach me, I just need to actually make it happen. Anyway, I have digressed too far to make it back. Have a good weekend, errbody! Somebody should go to the beach for me, and mail me some sand, or something.