Kirsten and I went to choir practice last night. She's so cute, everytime we get near the church she starts telling me, "Mommy, that's Jesus' house!" over and over.

Sheri, the choir director, had a ball with Kirsten. She even had her up directing the choir with one of her magic markers. Kirsten loved the way the piano started playing when she waved her hand, and how it stopped playing when she stopped her hand. Look our Leopold!