I taught three and four year olds yesterday at church. Anna, my new student, informed me, “You’re not a teacher, you are mom.” I’m not sure how she’ll take it when she discovers that I actually once did teach young minds. The day’s lesson was on John the Baptist and how he spent many a day in the desert, consumed his share of wild locusts, and talked to people about their sin. Their edible craft consisted of a cracker, some peanut butter, a few pretzels and a few m&m’s. It was pretty much craft heaven for the little sugar connoisseurs. They were to assemble the “craft supplies” into a wild locust or as one kid pointed out, a “cricket”.
Before I let the kids devour their locust, I suddenly thought to ask them if any were allergic to peanuts. I may as well had asked them to explain e=mc2. However, one boy asked, loudly (either he thought I was hard of hearing or he had no volume control), “DOES IT HAVE SUGAR!?!?”
“Yes.” I explained.
“MY DENTIST SAYS I CAINT EAT SUGAR‘CUZ I GOT A SILVER TOOTH!” He EXCLAIMED.
And, when I later asked Anna what she learned at church that day, she was quick to tell me “about peanut butter and a cracker.”
I’m just so relieved that she is soaking up the Gospel. And, I’m further relieved that the others are taking care of their silver teeth.