I love my Sunday School kids so much.
I've probably mentioned at some point that Nef and I have been teaching the youngest class at our church for some years now. Technically, it's supposed to be 3-5-year-olds, but in practice it's more like 2-6, depending on where individual children are at, and who wants to stay with their siblings.
Yesterday, one of the youngest girls, L. - who is, I think, not quite three yet, but quite precocious and enthusiastic about participating - was having a difficult time focusing. She's definitely in that stage of being terribly excited over dressing up in her nice clothes, and was excited about some new things she had, and so felt the need to burst out at regular intervals with things like, "Do you see my sparkly necklace?" (which her parents had just given her on Valentine's Day), "I'm wearing a pretty dress!", "Lookit my sparkly shoes!" and "I have a sparkly necklace!" Naturally, I reminded her that during class time we need to focus and only talk about the lesson - at which she would settle down for a few more minutes. It just mildly amusing, the sort of thing that happens all the time in the course of teaching little ones to sit still and listen for the length of a lesson. Until...
At the end of each lesson, I ask the children what they've learned, to make sure that at least the key point has gotten across and see what things stuck out to them. It was at that point that L. earnestly announced her discovery - "God isn't sparkly."
Well. Um. I'm glad that my reminders that her pretty, sparkly objects were not related to the current lesson sunk in?