I learned today that I am probably certifiably insane for being excited to teach almost-10-year-old boys at church. Especially when class time is mid-afternoon - smack in the middle of when Baby Girl typically naps and eats.
Today's class resembled something you'd see documented on a Discovery Channel special on why NOT to have multiple children in the same room.
The boys were great. They didn't even bat an eye at sharing the classroom with Baby Girl. I think almost-10-year-olds still think that girls have cooties, which is fine by me. I didn't have to put up with 40 minutes of "can I hold her please?" (Side note: I did not fare so well with the adult population. People think I'm weird, but I LOVE holding Baby Girl - I don't get to do it often enough).
The boys were also - well, boys. After Himself and I found the classroom (did we even know that our church had a second story?!), we walked in to discover one boy leaning back on his chair, one squatting on the windowsill with his head out the window and one looking like he wanted to find the nearest exit and bolt (this would be the son of one of the bishopric members). We then found out that the three extremes had come - one boy is genius-level brilliant and therefore bored most of the time (aka the one perched on the window sill with his head out a second-story window), one boy has a significant learning disability, the other (the one who looked ready to bolt) is smack dab in the middle. He's the one who asked the question I answered incorrectly.
The lesson was on something I've known my entire life, but Baby Girl had, at this point, been screaming intermittently for the past 18ish hours, and when that happens all brain cells go into "self-destruct" mode and I turn into a blathering idiot. One boy asked a question that any reasonably intelligent adult who had been attending our church for any amount of time should be able to answer. I answered wrong. False doctrine on the first week.
Himself sat in the back, unsuccessfully trying to decide if the peep Baby Girl was about to make warranted him leaving the room or not. If he left the room, she quieted immediately, necessitating that he rejoin class. If he didn't, she screwed up her little face and let her cries rip, meaning he couldn't find the door fast enough to not disrupt class.
Himself finished the lesson - or was supposed to. I ended up schlepping Baby Girl to the mother's lounge to eat, where she instantly turned into her normal self, as if she was merely traumatized by the site of so many boys in one room (who could blame her?)
Tune in next week for another update on Baby Girl and The Boys.
2 comments:
Only one bit of false doctrine during the week...that's not bad. You should hang out in EQ once in a while. :D
Yeah, ask Himself sometime about the week he visited my parents and the lesson was on who it is okay to not love.
Um, yeah ... pretty sure that isn't in the sanctioned lessons. lol.
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