Yesterday, while I was picking Thing 2 up from his Sunday School classroom when church was over, his teacher pulled me aside to let me know that she had totally LOST her ability to teach the class about Ruth and Boaz.
Now… this is saying something, because Thing 2’s Sunday School teacher is our pastor’s WIFE, and pastors’ wives are supposed to be spot-on with their ability to teach the children a solid word of truth and never lose their train of thought when they’re working with the felt boards and characters.
She told us that she had been very busy telling the story of how Ruth left her people to follow after Naomi, and how she met Boaz. She told the kids how Ruth was gleaning the leftover grain from the field, after the grain harvest. Apparently, one of the little preschoolers asked how they were harvesting their grain, and she told them that they were probably doing it with large knives, and that it was probably hard work.
Cue Thing 2.
I guess Thing 2 piped up and announced, “Well, ROOT should’ve used a John Deere combine harvester to harvest the grain. Combines are fast. And then she could’ve used a John Deere tractor with a baler on the back to make hay bales.”
After that, the little fellow sitting next to Thing 2 yelled, “Root? Do you know what I know how to make? I know how to make ROOT BEER! First you get roots… and then you get beer… and then you mix the roots and the beer together, and you get root beer!”
To which Thing 2 responded, “Well, we can harvest roots with my John Deere combine!!”
“And we could get beer and make ROOT BEER!”
And THAT, apparently, is how our beloved Sunday School teacher ended up losing her ability to properly tell the story of ROOT and Boaz.
Preschoolers are kind of world rockers, if you ask me.
On an entirely different note…
… do you know what we do when it’s one hundred degrees outside? I mean, OTHER THAN SUFFER and moan and sing Bananarama’s old hit song, Cruel Summer?
We find ourselves some water.
One day last week, Sister’s kids ended up at the creek with us. Thing 2 was disappointed that there were zero crawdads to be captured, but the kids took tiny snails and minnows captive, so their day wasn’t a complete bust.
I like to think it’s exactly what Root and Boaz would’ve done, after they’d worked in the hot fields all day.