3s, not 3's

Only had 10 little 3 year olds today, so it made for an extra fun one. No criers, and one that possibly drank 3 red bulls before being dropped off. It was physically impossible for him to be still. During the story, Jen, in her brilliance, took him into the little room to "help" her get the snack ready. Was the abridged story of Moses going to Pharoah to free the Isrealites. Went well, they seemed to be paying attention, and even remembered Moses' name when I asked them at the end. Good times!