The Darndest Things

Instead of my usual walk tonight, I walked to church because Mom and Katie were there for VBS. Also, that was the opposite direction of the rain... which I did not completely avoid.

I arrived, clothes a little damp, hair rain-straightened, and feeling energized. And then I went to visit Katie and Reba.

Katie and Reba were with the 3 and 4 year olds.

Oh my gracious.

While I could tell Katie's patience was wearing thin, I found myself staring, jaw dropped, at some of these children. The whining, the bursts of crying from out of no where, the blaming, the random tangents. Not to mention the little girl who picked her nose and ate what she found.

Wow. I am soooo far from mom material right now.

But they are sweet sometimes, aren't they? Remember Laynah? Our miracle baby? When she walked in the room, she made sure to wave and say hello to me over all the madness going on in around her.

One little girl asked if her finger was still bleeding. (Undoubtedly she had been in a near-death experience... probably a hang nail.) It was closely examined by another little boy who was very concerned about her cuticle. Never mind the fact that they were supposed to be listening to a Bible story at the time.

The said Bible story was about Jesus floating up, up, up, up, up, up into Heaven on a cloud. During this time, we heard some very interesting thoughts on Jesus from these kids.

Here are some of my favorites from the night:

"He's in Heaven, but when Jesus wants to play with His friends He has to float down on a cloud to get to their house."

Teacher: "If you could tell anyone that about Jesus, who would you tell?"
Little girl: "Brayden."
Brayden: "Wowsers!"

Teacher: "Does Jesus love you, Brayden?"
Brayden: "Yes. He even loves my shoes!"

Teacher: "Ava, who would you tell about Jesus?"
Ava: "No one. I don't know anyone." (Starts to cry... for the 15th time.)
Teacher: "What about your parents?"
Ava: "They already know all that stuff."

"How does He FLY?!"

Teacher: "If we don't listen, we won't be able to go back to the bouncy house."
Every little kid in the room: "Am I listening?"

Me: "Ok, we need to put your shoes back on before we can leave."
Little boy: "But I'm so tired of taking my shoes on and off."


I'm sure there were more that I can't remember. And these might not be as funny in writing because you can't hear the conviction behind each thought, but let me assure you: they were hilarious.