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Primary- Day one

Today was my first day back in primary as well. I was completely out of my element and felt pretty lost. I'd forgotten that little kids don't know it's not ok to touch each other. Or to spit. Or punch each other in the stomach. Or that I need to assist in the hand washing. Or that the most entertaining thing one can do during singing time is kick someone else's chair. Totally forgotten these things.

But I also got a few good laughs. When asking one girl to put her skirt down, she informed me that it wasn't a skirt, it was a Christmas dress. And that she'd recently caught a butterfly in a bowl.  I was asked to snuggle with. I read a question out of the lesson manual that was somewhere along these lines- You're with some friends and they want you to drink alcohol. Your parents told you not to drink alcohol. What should you do? I almost couldn't read this paragraph out loud because I found it so, ridiculous. Guess you have to start the alcohol talks young. At four.

I also got to see a sweet hug after the said gut punching. It was so cute. It was a bit of an overwhelming first day, I took a two hour nap afterwards and informed everyone I will be waiting quite some time to have children. But it was also just a first day. Hopefully next week will be a bit better.

And yes, they like to color.

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  1. Morgan ReeceJanuary 22, 2013 at 8:27 PM

    haha i teach the 6 year olds in primary and i thought it was a bit much talkin about alcohol as well....i don't even know if they knew what i was talking about. haha. anyway..just found your blog. very cute!

    morgan

    morganandnormanreece.blogspot.com

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