Well, I was six. Once.

This week in Sunday school it was kind of a mad house. Six kids. Five of them were boys. Two of them were age 3. All of them had their levels cranked to 11. When I finally got them to sit down and listen to the story, it calmed down a bit. There was questionContinue reading “Well, I was six. Once.”

You better get used to this stuff

Other gems from four- and five-year-old Sunday School: Dottie (teacher): God told Abraham and Sarah they would have as many children as there were stars in the sky. How many do you think that is? Johnny, 4: Eight! Dottie: Miss Laura told us what her name means, what about you, Johnny? What does your nameContinue reading “You better get used to this stuff”

Pretty sure that name didn’t appear in the Bible but bonus points for creativity

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) isContinue reading “Pretty sure that name didn’t appear in the Bible but bonus points for creativity”

Where everyone should get their advice

I’ve told you before about my occasional fill-ins as a Sunday School teacher for four- to six-year-olds, when my sister or the other teacher can’t be there. It’s a fun little class and I usually leave with several hilarious words of advice or ridiculously cute and outrageous overheard conversations. And today was no exception. AfterContinue reading “Where everyone should get their advice”

Give or take a few years

Sometimes I help teach five-year-olds at Sunday school. And it never fails to be hilarious. Case in point, today, when we heard the story about Isaac and how old his mother was when she had him. Ellen (Sunday school teacher): See the grey hair and the wrinkles? Darrah, age 5: You have wrinkles on yourContinue reading “Give or take a few years”

And that’s what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown

This past weekend, my youngest sister and I helped my other sister teach her Sunday School class of four- and five-year-olds. There was only one little kid in there – a little boy named Will – and he talks like a grown-up. She tells us all the time how smart all the kids in thereContinue reading “And that’s what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown”