August 11, 2008

Balaam’s Jaguar

Oh, the glory of teaching Sunday School to three-year-olds.

…I thought I would review the lesson. “OK, guys, what kind of animal helped Balaam see the angel in the road?” Silence. “Anyone? We just drew a picture? Remember? We talked about it for a half hour!” A general expression of extreme concentration passed across the table as everyone focused their hardest. Fourteen tentative, three year old eyebrows are raised in my direction. “Umm, hmmm.”

Suddenly someone gets an idea. “A KANGAROO!” Hearty assents are raised and congratulations poured upon the brave participant.

Surprising everyone, this does not satisfy me. “A kangaroo!? Guys, how does someone even ride a kangaroo?” This stymies them for a minute, but they aren’t giving up. Glances are passed back and forth and tentative suggestions mouthed silently.

The light flashes across a broad, freckled forehead. “I know! A JAGUAR!”

via MissCate

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  1. Cindy Scroggins on August 11th, 2008 at 2:08 pm

    Three-year-olds are too young for donkeys.

  2. Mike Dresser on August 11th, 2008 at 2:23 pm

    I wouldn’t wish the company of a three-year-old on any living thing; certainly PETA has my back on this.

    Sigh. One day, I know. But not soon.

  3. Mike Dresser on August 11th, 2008 at 2:27 pm

    Hmm, that came across a bit mean-spirited. What I’m saying is, they’re lovely when they’re your children, or apparently when you carry more than one X chromosome, but I just don’t get them.

  4. Amanda Mae Meyncke on August 11th, 2008 at 2:37 pm

    I do not own any children.

  5. Mike Dresser on August 11th, 2008 at 2:48 pm

    It’s ownership by children that I fear.

  6. Andrew Simone on August 11th, 2008 at 10:10 pm

    I have nothing clever to say here, but I do love this story.

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