I was out of town most weekends in December, so I hadn’t taught Sunday school in about a month. So maybe I was just out of practice this morning. Or maybe it was the snow. Perhaps my kiddos had too many donuts for breakfast. All I know, is it was not a good day. But for you, my fair readers, I will share my pain. These are just a few of the actual statements I had to say this morning. Names have been changed to protect the innocent (ha!)
- “Um, Corey, I’m going to need you to not blow your nose in your hand anymore.”
- “Mark, I don’t care how good it tastes, you’re going to have to stop eating the Play-Doh.”
- “Dear God, thank you for the kids here today. And please make them stop talking while we’re praying.”
- “Jason, seriously, you need to stop dancing on the table.”
- “Mark, it’s not nice to draw pictures of you killing your brother. And Lee, please don’t draw pictures of your poop. Nobody needs to see that.”
- “Being a line-leader is a privilege my friend. One that you have not earned. Back of the line buddy. Back of the line.”
kids from Colorado are weird.