Mom’s Group was wrapping up. Time to collect the kids and head home. Shifting the baby to my hip, I walked upstairs, around the corner, and into the church’s childcare room. As I opened the door and peeked in, the sweet lady in charge of the babysitting met me with a look communicating calm control mingled with a little honest relief. At her feet, shouting "No!" and trying his best to kick her and push against her “self-defense-stance”, was my son.