Today in Primary

I sat with the Sunbeams this week, along with their teacher and another adult. They are a very wiggly bunch! A little boy eyed me suspiciously. "What happened to your legs?" This was in a stage whisper. I whispered back, "The doctor removed them for me, because they didn't get enough blood." I always add the caution that it won't happen to them, when children ask. "Why did your dog harm your legs?" I tried to answer him, but I never did get him to understand, in our little game of telephone. Who knows what idea he ended up with, but he soon thought of something else to ask me. "Why do you only have one tooth?" "I have other teeth. That's just the one that shows up." He didn't look quite satisfied, but then a little fellow Sunbeam named Aubrey started yelling at him about not having a turn (throwing the candy corn beanbag into the pumpkin during their activity), and she was very indignant about it. The little boy didn't have anything at all to do with picking the tossers, but I could tell she was just getting started with him. Al Pacino in curls. So, I had her sit next to me... Aubrey sat quietly for a few seconds. Then I heard a very loud stage whisper. "Something stinks in here." I didn't smell anything, so I tried to ignore her. "You have stinky breath." This said very loudly, with fingers up her nostrils. I got a piece of gum out of my purse and plugged her nose with it. No. That's a lie. I chewed the gum. Next, "Why do you have a bird ring?" I tried to look attentive. "Oh, it's a flower ring." This inspection and dissection of my being continued until the senior sharing time. This time, I sat behind the classes... Sweet Alexandria pulled a chair out of line and placed it at my side. Next thing I knew, I heard her whisper, "What is that white thing on the end of your leg?" At least she whispered quietly. "My sock," I replied. She reached down and pulled on my skirt, arranging it to cover my socks. A little while later..."What happened to you?" She was looking at my temple. "I don't know," I said. I wasn't sure what she was referring to. "I must have bumped my head." She seemed satisfied. Then she arranged my hair to cover my temple. That apparently wasn't adequate to the job, so she stood up, got behind my wheelchair, and arranged my hair to her liking. We ran out of time before she could fix my makeup and file my nails. Next Sunday I'm bringing a marker, so they can design a jack-o'-lantern on my head. :)