So it was little embarrasing in church the other day. We were in sharing time and the 2nd counselor in the primary presidency was telling the story about Nephi’s broken bow. I thought I knew the story pretty well considering that I’ve read 1st Nephi about 827 times.
Well, one of my seven sunbeams was called up to hold a picture in front of the class and was also asked a question. I get nervous when the presenters ask questions because many times, I have no clue what the answer, especially when it comes to “Name that Tune.” Because I was helping another child in my class tie his shoes, I barely caught the question which was something like, “who did Nephi ask to find out where to hunt... and if you don’t know, I’m sure your teacher knows.” Well, in my woolgathering and distracted state, I leaned over and whispered to him, “Heavenly Father.” Well, that was completely the wrong answer and I don’t even know why I said it (it’s Lehi for those of you in a woolgathering and distracted state). I quickly went back to acting distracted.
Needless to say, they don’t ask my kids questions anymore.
A funny story that happened in my sunbeam class on the same day occurred as I was wrapping up my lesson. We were playing with very pale orange-ish play-doh that Jenn made the night before. They love play-doh and it makes frequent appearences to calm their craziness – a cheap opiate if you will.
Anyway, one of the kids is the child of the person with whom I home teach (he’s the senior companion) – very proper and by the book, calling to see what day I have scheduled appointments for...two months in advance. Anyway, his kid comes over to me, holds up his carrot-looking play-doh shape and says in a loud kid voice, “Look, it’s a penis”. Note that I always leave the door open in this high traffic area and was quick to point out that no, it was a carrot, and “we should all eat our vegetables and grow big and strong, etc.” He wouldn’t have that – he kept repeating that, indeed, it was penis. I quickly put up the play doh, and vowed to never use a pale orange color again.
Well, one of my seven sunbeams was called up to hold a picture in front of the class and was also asked a question. I get nervous when the presenters ask questions because many times, I have no clue what the answer, especially when it comes to “Name that Tune.” Because I was helping another child in my class tie his shoes, I barely caught the question which was something like, “who did Nephi ask to find out where to hunt... and if you don’t know, I’m sure your teacher knows.” Well, in my woolgathering and distracted state, I leaned over and whispered to him, “Heavenly Father.” Well, that was completely the wrong answer and I don’t even know why I said it (it’s Lehi for those of you in a woolgathering and distracted state). I quickly went back to acting distracted.
Needless to say, they don’t ask my kids questions anymore.
A funny story that happened in my sunbeam class on the same day occurred as I was wrapping up my lesson. We were playing with very pale orange-ish play-doh that Jenn made the night before. They love play-doh and it makes frequent appearences to calm their craziness – a cheap opiate if you will.
Anyway, one of the kids is the child of the person with whom I home teach (he’s the senior companion) – very proper and by the book, calling to see what day I have scheduled appointments for...two months in advance. Anyway, his kid comes over to me, holds up his carrot-looking play-doh shape and says in a loud kid voice, “Look, it’s a penis”. Note that I always leave the door open in this high traffic area and was quick to point out that no, it was a carrot, and “we should all eat our vegetables and grow big and strong, etc.” He wouldn’t have that – he kept repeating that, indeed, it was penis. I quickly put up the play doh, and vowed to never use a pale orange color again.
5 comments:
That reminds me of my lesson I taught in Relief Society. Maybe you should use some food coloring and paint it blue.
Yes, "catch it and paint it blue!" oh wait, that's dad's joke
Whoa, do they talk about blue penises in your relief society, Mom?
They used to when I went.
Wow, you and Mari Juana do make a good pair!
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