For sharing time in Primary, the music leader has a jar full of plastic bugs with song numbers written on their bellies. Five or six kids get to pick a bug every week. All the rest of the kids whine because they didn't get a chance.
Today one of the 4-year-olds yanked on the back of my shirt and said, "Sister Peters, I didn't get to pick a bug."
I looked at him and said, "I didn't get to pick a bug either."
"Yeah, but you're a mom. Moms don't get to pick bugs."
"Only kids get to pick bugs?"
"Yeah, only girls and boys."
"But I'm a girl."
"Yeah, but you're a mother-kind-of-girl."
"I don't have any kids."
His eyes narrowed and he scrutinized me for awhile. Then his hand shot into the air.
"Sister Garcia, Sister Peters didn't get to pick a bug."
The little girl next to him looked at him disgustedly and said, "Ryan, she has a baby in her belly right now. She's going to have kids soon."
1 comment:
I love it!! Kids are so funny and innocent. It is nice to know that they are thinking of you :)
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