"Next week there will be more," promised Roll Kuchen. Tonight it was three of us for eleven, six-year olds, not the expected twenty. The boys climbed under the tables vigorously clicking on and off the flashlight I borrowed from GG to demonstrate the lesson, pulled stick-tack off my demonstration board, readily volunteered prayer requests for, "my banged up knee...sore foot...there's something growing to my elbow," and ate their mini-muffins in single gulps.
The girls for the most part ignored the boys, remained seated, dutifully filled in their workbooks, gracefully prayed for the dinged up boys and delicately peeled back their muffin papers, breaking the mini-muffins into even minier bites.I somehow missed printing out one verse needed for my demonstration board but we discovered that before class, and fixed it. (Roll Kuchen, I need another copy of the last three pages of the teaching schedule - we tore mine up and used it for the missing bible verse - thanks.) We think we know what we are doing now. They were all shorter than I recall six-year olds being.