Become Like a Little Child

After having a very isolated, frumpy week (you don't need to look good for a thesis), I decided to have a French braid across the front of my hair, ending in a braid among ringlets in a side pony tail. I had to laugh, because sitting in the row next to me were two girls about age 10. With a braid ending in a wavy side pony tail.

Primary is always good for some laughs:

-Today I asked the kids if they had ever gone on a walk with their moms. One said, "With my grandfather." So I asked him, "Was it fun?" And he said, "No."
-The kids stopped participating in the songs when the youngest member of primary was supposed to pick someone who sang the best. When the primary chorister asked why, they said, "He has a booger."

Here are some pictures of the kids I teach.

Helene with her intense blue eyes.














Sweet Götte:














Landis, who doesn't always like to stay in his chair, but who is always willing to pray, even if he does both the opening and the closing prayer:














Otto, what a character. Newest member of the class. His favorite question for anyone is, "Und wie heisst du?" ("And what's your name?")














Laurie, also a character. For every question, her bunnies are the answer. "What are you thankful for?" "What is something cool you did this week?" etc. She walked into sharing time with this post-it note on her head. (I made one for each child.)














Here we are playing a game where we smiled at everyone (the book said this would prove that being happy is spreadable, but is smiling the equivalent of happy? Also, is Landis pulling a "loser" sign at me? Maybe that's for Leipzig . . . And notice Finn with his forced smile that is oh-so-much like his uncle Aaron's.):