I forgot how difficult children who are four can be.
My head? It hurts. I haven't even seen these children today and the vein in my head in already throbbing in anticipation of them shouting, "JESUS!" and "TRUST!" and things like that. Not that I'm not glad they shout, "JESUS!" instead of "D-BAGS!" or whatever. I am.
Jesus is always the answer, by the way. And I'm not saying that to be philosophical. When you are four? No matter the question, you are going to answer Jesus.
"What did we study today?" JESUS!
"Who loves you?" JESUS!
"What's your name honey?" JESUS!
It works for them, you know? The same way they can throw a ginormous fit and scream at the top of their lungs and then two seconds later give me a little smile and say, presumably, JESUS! and everything is okay again. JESUS! is usually followed by, "I have to pee-pee in the potty!" But it's okay. Jesus is everywhere. Even the restroom.
I think, though, that perhaps I had forgotten that I don't really know how to deal with little children like that. I mean, sure, I had two of them at one point, but I never really dealt with them the way most people deal with children of that age. I mean, I probably did clap when they pooped and stuff, but beyond that? Not really.
To wit, during music one of them said, "Shake your bootie! SHAKE YOUR BOOTIE!" and I said, and people totally heard me, "Yes children, let's shake our booties for Jesus".
I forgot how fun it can be. To be yourself around children who are four.