A Most Inspired Calling

So it goes without saying that every parent thinks their kid(s) are the cutest... smartest... funniest... the list keeps going, right? Well that extends past parents to now include primary teachers. We have BY FAR the cutest, smartest, funniest kids in the entire primary. No question. Just a few examples:

1. Cute little William, whom Rob has been referring to as "Will Dawg" the last many months, finally decided Brother Tranter had been teasing him, and was gonna do a little teasing of his own. So right in the middle of sharing time, William says to Bro. Tranter, "Hey look out the window." Which he did, only to turn back around to little William's arm reaching up and hitting him in the ear. When Rob started laughing, and asked, "What was that?" William replied in his cute little voice, "It was a mouse." And then he called him Tranter Dawg.

2. Aeja, who is way beyond her years, has wowed us with her reading skills. The beautiful little girl is only just barely 6 years old, and she reads like nobody's business. When we ask the class to take turns reading things, and offer to help them if they need it, Aeja is all over that. She practically jumps out of her chair ready to help with any word, big or small. She's just that smart.

3. Sarah, who loves her purse, like nothing else, amazed me with her peace-making skills on Sunday. When the other little girls were arguing over who had to sit by Isaac (because it was the only chair left), Sarah, who hadn't been involved in the first place, finally said, "I'll sit by him and you can sit here." Just to make everyone happy. Wow.

4. Isaac, another of the cutest little kids in the world, is so darling and innocent, you just can't even think of getting mad at him. One of the first weeks of class, he had a piece of gum he kept playing with, and although we asked him to stop, that little hand kept creepin back to his mouth. So about halfway through the lesson, I notice the gum has gone from the mouth... to the hand... to the little corduroy slacks he had on. Oh no... So I take him down to the kitchen, where we did one heck of a scrubbing and ice-ing job, that finally got it out! And what do ya know, he comes back every week with a new piece of gum. But he's just so cute chewing it, we don't even make him spit it out.

So, in writing this, I've concluded two things. The first is that being a primary teacher is pretty much the best calling you can get in the church. You still review your gospel principles every week, and you get to hang out with the CUTEST little kids EVER!!! And second thing is, how am I going to love my own kids more than these cuties I get to see only once a week?!?!?