Conversations in Primary

The following conversations occurred between me and my primary kids today.

This first conversation came out of nowhere. We were talking about prophets at the time.
A: "I don't want to get baptized."
Mish: "Okay." (I know, I know. Bad teacher moment. I have little to no patience with A. She's very difficult.)
A: "Well, why can't I wear goggles?"
Mish: "Because we don't wear goggles at church. But you can close your eyes really tight."

The second conversation came during sharing time while we were playing "Guess the Prophet".
E: "Once there was a prophet who stole money from the rich people to give to the poor people."
Mish: (making a valiant effort not to laugh) "Well...he wasn't a prophet, but he did try to help people."

I learn something every week. I'm just not always sure the kids do. :)

September 11, 2009

Remembering today. Hoping loved ones have been able to move forward. Grateful for those who have fought and continue to fight for freedom. Wishing for world peace.

If you want to know what I was doing on 9/11/01, go here.

Confessions of a Tomboy

Growing up, I was a serious tomboy. I hated dresses. They were uncomfortable and not functional. After all, it hurt my bare legs when I slid down the railing in a dress after church on Sundays. And I couldn't do flips on the monkey bars in a dress. I liked playing with cars. I liked sliding down the weed-covered gravel hill at school on my knees. My mom patched the knees of a LOT of jeans. I liked playing with the boys. They ran, they played with snakes, they got dirty. Girls were prissy and boring and played with dolls. In fact, I was such a tomboy that I was really bugged when we'd play Thundercats or Voltron (now you know I'm old!) and the boys made me be Cheetara or the Princess. Ugh.

Now, don't assume I didn't like the boys, just because I was a tomboy. Oh no. My first crush was on my four year old bestie, Jeff. And I've never stopped likin' the boys since. Well that's not true. Now I like the men. But I digress.

Here's where the confession comes in. When I was in the 5th grade, I had a dream. A goal. And a lofty one at that. This dream was a direct result of being a boy-crazy tomboy. We started to learn how to play touch football in P.E. I loved it! I especially loved it when one of the two boys I had a crush on insisted that the ball be passed to me for the touchdown. Anyway, I had this newly discovered love of football. Playing, watching college games on T.V. I got really into it for awhile. The two boys I was crushing on loved football, too. And so, a dream was born. I was going to be the first-ever female college football star.

Dreams change. But it still makes me laugh. In honor of the upcoming season opener, and to annoy my brother-in-law: Go Cougars!