This week the kids finally learned why we do the Sign of the Cross and fold our hands when we pray! It occurred to me, once again, that my friend and I are making an impact on the memories of these kids.
It's a little bizarre to think that when they're explaining the Sign of the Cross to someone else later in life, they might use the techniques we taught them!
The biggest event of the class had nothing to do with the reverence packed into the Sign of the Cross or kneeling at Mass...
When we were sitting on the floor, per usual, I saw a little movement out of the corner of my eye. A GIGANTIC brown, fuzzy spider scurried next to my leg and started running toward one of the girls.
I had a little scratchiness in my throat for a few minutes after that, so it's safe to assume I screamed.
|This is his cousin, George.|
I jumped on it again for good measure before I scooped it up and flushed that bad boy down the toilet, shaking with the hibbie-jibbies the whole way. Yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck.
The girl slayed the dragon! Our knightess in shining armor!
The kids handled it really well. The immediate, mini-diaspora that happened right when we discovered the spider didn't distract them for very long, but no one sat on the floor anymore that day.
One of the girls, not the dragon-slayer, told me, "I think you gave the spider a heart attack with your loud scream."
Perhaps, but he started it.