Last year my son’s class did a fun science project. They incubated chicken eggs and raised the chicks. The school had an all-day track meet on a hot day and the teacher was concerned about the chicks overheating. When I told her that my daughter and I were going to return to the school for something, she asked me to unplug the heat lamp. My daughter (six at the time), loved looking at the chicks in her brother’s classroom, so she was very excited. On our way up to the third grade room, we stopped in and said hello to her kindergarten teacher and the teacher’s aide.
My daughter said proudly, “We’re off to find some hot chicks.”
Their laughter followed us down the hallway.
Our kids’ mouths can cause us such embarassment. Last week I posted about my son’s experience in the principal’s office, which he promised me was NOT for saying a bad word. He had actually come home with a bad word just about a year before that. We were practicing bike riding when I overheard him sing-songing an odd word. If you are wondering which word… well, it starts with an “F.”
“What are you saying?”
“Ummm.”
I had heard correctly. He swore to me (no pun intended) that he didn’t know it was bad.
“So, where did you hear this word?” I asked. I figured he’d picked it up on the playground or at the park. We’re pretty careful about movies and such. His answer took me completely off guard.
“I learned it in Sunday school.”
“What???”
After a bit of pressing, I discovered that it didn’t come from his teacher. It came from one of the other kids. Still… It’s kind of funny to think that he learned his first bad word in Sunday school.
I taught middle schoolers in sunday school many years ago for a season….and I remember pounding the heavens saying: “if these are the good kids…what are the bad ones like.” My children were very young at the time. GOD was indeed preparing me for the tween years.
Blessings, andrea