See? I’m taking this James thing seriously. Quick trip to my friendly local Christian bookshop and I’m set.
When ever I go in to town to visit the shop (called Koorong), I let the boys buy some cheap plastic balls or whistles or what ever are for sale, to keep them happy while I browse.
Usually, at some stage over the next week my husband will ask ‘Why is there a box of crayons (or eraser or squishy thing with tentacles) here with ‘Jesus Loves Me’ written on it?’ I swear that shop personalises every.single.thing.