I don't have much in the way of Junior Primary Wisdom today. I guess they just haven't been as funny lately. But here we go:
Teacher: "Does anyone know what month it is?"
Teacher: "On Sundays we don't labor. What does that mean?"
Child: "Laborhead." (What the heck?)
Teacher: "Have you seen the scripture videos?"
T: "Could you watch those?"
T: "Could you look at pictures from the scriptures?"
K: "No." (Seriously, kid, you're being rather uncooperative.)
Teacher: "What else can we do on Sundays?"
Girl: "We can go and get food if we run out."
Teacher: "Well, no, shopping is one of the things we don't do on the Sabbath."
Teacher: "What are some quiet games you could play with your brothers and sisters?"
Kid: "Duck duck goose!"
Kid 2: "Candyland."
Kid 3: "Tag!"
Kid 4: "Wii!" (Hmm.)
Anyway, that was all. It's enough for a little chuckle, at least!
Senior primary was another matter. Between junior and senior primary I was playing the piano and all the teachers and presidency had somehow vanished. Two kids were throwing paper balls at each other and I asked them to stop. They didn't, and I almost let it go, but I really felt like they should be reverent and have some respect for my authority, so I stopped playing, went and asked them again, and requested that they think about how to keep the Sabbath day holy because that was what our lesson was about. That worked.
Later on during sharing time, I had Katrina and was in the back. The older class doesn't have a teacher right now and they were wild in the back. Two boys were wrestling and causing a disturbance in the back and I really felt like I should do something even though every other leader was ignoring it (I hate how unruly everyone lets the older class act). I tried to separate them, but then they shoved past me forcefully to throw something in the trash can, and then again on their way back. I was holding a baby and it was really inappropriate. I only knew the name of one of them, so I grabbed him, held on tight, and made him look me in the eyes while talking calmly. I told him that I noticed he was having a hard time concentrating today, and that he needed to concentrate on the lesson. I was treated to a lot of "But he did this, but he was doing this!" I calmed him down, told him I would look for his pencap in the garbage, and directed him to sit back down, but not by the other boy. He ignored that part, but at least he was paying attention. When the other boy went to the back of the room to get interviewed for something, I told him that he was going to help me look in the trashcan for the other boy's pencap. "But he was spitting at me through it!" I really tried to emphasize to both boys that they are responsible for their own actions and reactions, but seeing that most people in the world don't understand that concept, it's no wonder that these 10-11 year old boys don't either. Together we found the other boy's pencap (yay, fishing through the garbage). I really felt good about the whole thing and how calm I had remained even though I had been ignored, talked back to, and worst of all, shoved repeatedly. But there was still one thing missing. In the Doctrine and Covenants it says we should show for an increase of love after disciplining someone. I have no relationship with these boys other than as their pianist. I don't want to be some mean lady who makes them do things. After primary I went to the boy that I had had to talk to twice, once for the paper balls and once for shoving me and fighting. I thanked him for being reverent for the rest of primary and said I was sorry I had had to talk to him. I'm not sure he paid much attention to it, but it made me feel good.
This may not be a big thing to anyone else, but it is to me. After all, I have virtually no experience with little kids, and I don't think I've ever successfully disciplined a child. (Normal scenario is: "Hey you, don't do that!" and then the kids ignores me). It gives me hope that I won't be an awful mother! I hope that I can keep the Spirit with me as I discipline my children and that I can teach them how to make good choices. Oh, and here's the kind of funny part: I finally found out the other boy's name--and they are brothers! Everything makes more sense.
One last unrelated note: Today Adam was calling Katrina's name and she would look at him each time. We thought, hooray, she knows her name! Then instead of her name, he called, "Flubbernutter!" And she looked. She gave the exact same reaction. So I guess she may not really recognize her name yet.