the back burner

You must have been teaching an older age group than the grade I teach in Sunday School. My preparation looks more like this:

Saturday night, look at book. Write each word of memory verse on seperate sheets of paper so students can arrange them in order on the floor and then step on the "path" they have created out of God's Word. Find some perfume, cinnamon sticks and gold jewelry to use during the story of the Magi. Build a house out of a shoe box. Make sure I have enough markers, tape and colored paper.

If anything goes wrong, we can always start snack time a little earlier...

:)

Oh! I wish we didn't associate snack time with youth! It's one of my favorite things. If I knew of the grave of the one who invented snack time, I would shower it with orange and cherry blossom, wreath it in fir, and ensure the grasses there grew soft and green in perpetuity. Ahhh, snack time.

It almost makes me wish I were a student of yours, funkefreak. What kind of snacks do you have?

On special days, we serve chocolate-covered pretzels. Otherwise, we stick to cheese crackers, animal crackers, or regular pretzels, served on paper napkins. Once, two of my boy students insisted that "real men don't need napkins. They just use their sleeves." "Ahh," I replied, "And who cleans your sleeves when you are done?" After grinning to each other, the boys innocently answered, "The women!"

"That's what I thought," I retorted. "Here's your napkin."

Life is interesting.

I am a real man. Really.
I use napkins.
I still get my sleeves dirty.
I do my own laundry.
Life is interesting.
The end.

You made my day, bobbo!