What that means (for those who don't know) is that I voluntarily coordinate the Sunday School for children ages 18 months to 11 years old. I organize the teachers for the classes, and my Councillors (assistants) and I plan activities. It sounds worse than it really is... most days. Some days it really is that bad.
There are about 80 kids (depending on the Sunday), and about 20 staff (teachers) . Most days are fairly stressful, but I enjoy it and I appreciate the learning.
Because of the nature of the calling (again it’s all voluntary, I don’t get paid a cent) I am interacting with children A LOT, and with children comes things children say.
So I thought it would be fun to share with you a few of the interactions I have had recently and over the past 15 months.
Today one of my teachers came up to me to inform me that a little girl in her class had gotten into a bit of trouble for inappropriate behavior. I asked what had happened and she told me the little one had been farting on all of the other children while she was trying to teach... She was not impressed but I snickered.
My husband Drew subbed for a different class today and while teaching the children about being good examples a little girl said to him, ”my mom and dad yell at each other a lot, they probably will get divorced, they are not good examples”.
A few months ago, sometime after I had broken my ankle, a little girl was not happy about being in Primary, so when I asked what I could do to help her, she wound up and booted me in my broken ankle and said to me with a very angry voice and a horrible scowl on her face “I am not very happy with you today!”
The same little girl once grabbed the microphone during our little class and YELLED into it “you cannot make me be good, I will not do it!”
A little boy was giving a talk on immortality, but misspoke and kept talking about how important immorality is. (This one made me laugh so hard I cried)
I asked once during a lesson why we were sent to Earth, and a little girl said very loudly, “so we will DIIIIIIEEEEEE!”
Children make me laugh so hard.
To end the night, we went to Drew’s parents house for dinner, and we were watching Seth eat and he started to do this..... Do not judge me, he was safe, it was an IKEA children’s knife. But fairly clever, and funny.