My daughter was the sole child in our group and (if we're honest about it) she really wasn't very interested.
As the questions became more difficult to understand (How powerful is Jesus in your life since he was struck down? - I am above average intelligence but really, what does that mean?) ... she was more concerned about her doll.
So while the adults battled to answer the questions, she tended to her baby. He was cuddled, and shared, and talked about, and then breastfed.
I can categorically state that it is hard to have a serious conversation when your daughter has lifted up her T-shirt to feed her doll.
Baby was delicately held in the crook of her arm, maternal eyes gazing down lovingly at him.
And then she switched him to the other breast.
And when all was done, back to normal.
*head in hands*
*die of embarrassment*
**love my daughter more than words can say**