I’ve signed up to help teach four- and five-year-old Sunday School because
I’m a glutton for punishment I enjoyed helping Rachel out when she was teaching last year and the one week I’ve attended so far did not disappoint.
The lady that’s doing most of the teaching (I’m there for cat-herding and craft assistance) is the sweetest woman you’ll ever meet and she has a grandson in the class. Her other grandson, Wyatt, apparently came to the class last week, even though he’s 3.
That age is big on repetition so for Sunday School the past two weeks they’ve learned the story about Abraham and Sarah.
Or they’re supposed to.
Because apparently, last week, after the lesson when the teacher asked the class what Abraham’s wife’s name was (after it had been repeated multiple times) Wyatt called out confidently: “LADY GAGA.”
It’s gonna be a fun year…