You see my Mama Bear claws?!

This morning when I picked up Camden from his class at church, he told me with his eyes all watering up that he hadn't gotten his prize. I went back up to the door and told them that he didn't get his prize. They asked him, "Did you say your memory verse?" He shook his head no. They said, "Do you want to come back in and try again?" He nodded his head that he did. He went in and about a minute later came back out with tears running down his cheeks. He told me that he couldn't remember the whole verse so he didn't get a prize. I picked him up and he buried his head in my neck, crying his eyes out. I carried him out to the van, and when we got out there Blake said, "Do you realize you just carried him out the church, up the stairs, and across the parking lot?" (with heels I might add!) At home, there are times he wants me to carry him up the stairs (he's almost six) and I tell him there is no way I can carry you up those stairs. You're too big. But this morning it didn't phase me a bit. I just felt so bad for my baby and so mad at those "mean" women in his class. I do not want to be the mommy who is always complaining about every little thing, but you can be sure I will be calling this week and asking what next week's memory verse will be so that I can practice with him all week. My poor little guy - those mean mean women!!!