People think I am crazy for repeatedly teaching Sunday school to three-year olds. This is why I do it:
1. Today when we were having a potty break, we lost one of the girls. In my last ditch effort to find her, I looked in the boys’ bathroom. There she was, sitting on the urinal, facing out with her dress hiked up. When I told her that it was for boys she looked at me like I was crazy and told me that it was just a low toilet.
2. One of the other girls thought my name was Amen.
How can you not love three-year olds?
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