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I was released from scouts.  Was I happy?  Well....all the super great boys had moved on to Bears which left us with the crazy boys who can't sit still.  So yeah.

Instead, I am teaching Primary again.  I think they are trying to reactivate us to 100% attendance.  Making  us teach a class each week is a smart move.  Calling us to teach together was their next move.  Which means I do all the work, and Greg sits and listens to the lesson with the kids.

They are 5, did I mention that?  Kindergartners, and they are mighty cute.  Old enough to sit in their chairs, and not old enough to have attitude.  Perfect.

The first time we taught, we had a mighty Q&A about Brother Garrett's robot legs.  They had questions.  We had answers.  Mostly true answers.  I may have told them a big shark came and ATE HIS LEGS! (complete with hand motions and a loud CLAP!)  One little girl started crying and through her tears said "Tell it again Teacher!"  If they walk away from Primary each week without nightmares, they will be lucky.

Last week I was teaching about Joseph Smith as a child.  I told the story of his leg infection.

"Joseph had an owie on his leg, and it didn't get better.  It got worse and made him sick.  The doctor came and did an operation on it.  They didn't have any hospitals, and the doctor didn't have any medicine to make it stop hurting.  He was very brave.  Then do you know what happened?  The owie came back again!"

Oh no! They sighed in unison. Slowly eating goldfish crackers, but incredibly into my story.

"This time the doctor wanted to cut Joseph's leg off, but his mommy said a prayer and asked for Heavenly Father's help.  She asked the doctor to do the operation again before he cut Joseph's leg off, and the doctor said he would.  Guess what happened this time?"

Blank wide-eyed stares...

"It got better!"

Then my crier stood up with big tears in her eyes and said:

"Oh Teacher, WHY couldn't Brother Garrett's mommy say a prayer for HIM?!"

A chourus of  "yeah!?"'s echoed behind her.

I know I should have seen it coming, but I didn't.  Greg wasn't even there that week.  I was speechless, but finally I came up with a stellar answer:

"I'll ask her."

Which is a wise answer because if I had said "She did!" they would want to know why it didn't work.  And why some prayers are answered in some ways and others in different ways.  The only answer I have for that is:

".....a big shark came and ATE HIS LEGS!  ((CLAP))"

Why they can always remember "Brother Garrett" but can only muster "teacher" for me, I don't know...

I may like these little ones even better than wolf cubs.