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Here’s a fun game. Take two hundred kids under 12, put them in a room for two hours and try to keep them quiet without threatening bodily injury or eternal damnation while interspersing songs about choosing the right and call it a Primary Program.
They are singing, “If the Savior stood beside me, would I do the things I do?” The boy next to me is making fun of the kid wearing glasses and they are in a leg war. I don’t think he’s listening to the words. The youngest class has volunteered to sing a song all by themselves, but it’s weird, because when we say, “Sing louder!” they hear, “Hey, I don’t think my mom can see me picking my nose from ALL THE WAY IN THE BACK, maybe if I stood on this stool and flung my body over the podium….” I asked a counselor in the Bishopric if we could get that valium drip vending machine installed before next Sunday. He laughed. He thinks I’m kidding.
I pinky swore with another kid that if he would behave, I would let him change his seat and forego the taking of his life. It’s a good thing I’m so good with kids.
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