A girl in my small group is the epitome of precocious. She often sounds like a grown-up, but she is still clearly a preschooler (she loves to grab the boys' hands to dance during worship, much to their chagrin). Yesterday, she came up to me with one of the toy dinosaurs and asked, "What kind of dinosaur is this? Is it a plant eater?" Uh. I looked in its mouth, saw no teeth, and declared it a plant-eating dinosaur.
This same girl, in the middle of our small group time, decided to tell me that dinosaurs are funny. Nothing more, nothing less.
My favorite moment of the day came when I was playing supermarket with another girl. She stood in the playhouse, and I sat outside, asking her for various items, which she would then pretend to give me. At one point, she decided to give me what she wanted to give me, so I was the recipient of apple juice and cranberry juice. I politely drank each glass of juice, proclaiming it delicious. Imagine my surprise, then, when she handed me my next drink and said, "Here's your beer."
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Beer, eh? I guess it could have been worse (hard liquor).
Glad you're investing in the lives of the local youth. :) Sounds like they make it entertaining.
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