I just have to share some of the things that came out of the mouths of my primary children today. No, this does not mean I like my calling. In fact, it's worse than I expected. I won't go into that now. But I had to find something good about it and this is it...
L: Heavenly Father helps us when we're lost.
A: We just use GPS.
E: Heavenly Father helps me find my make-up.
A: He helps me when I'm alone in my room and scared.
E: I'm alone in my room when I'm on time-out.
L: He helps me when I'm sick.
E: I be'd sick for 6 minutes at my house.
A: Sometime my dad doesn't get hungry on church days.
E: I can lick some people. It's a game licker. I can lick my sister on her stinky feet.
L: Can I tell you somethin'? (Repeated about 3 million times throughout the two hours...and whatever he wants to tell me usually has to do with Spiderman, video games, sports, anything but the topic at hand.)
All three: Hey look at me! (always followed by a cart-wheel, summer-sault, silly face, hand stand, climbing up the wall, jumping off the chair, picking a chair up over their head, etc.)
There are six four year olds in my class, but only three where there today. They are crazy. They weren't nearly as crazy last week. Different kids bring out a whole different dynamic. I doubt they learned a thing. All I learn is how much I don't like this calling...that and how Heavenly Father can help us find our make-up.