thou shalt not steal
as you may know, I am the 2 year-old Sunday School teacher at our church(pick yourself up off the floor). Well, something you may not know - I hate play-dough. There is something about the way that it smells when it is stuck in your kids' fingernails that just makes me illish. I also gag at the smell of apple juice, which makes me wonder again about why I am the 2 year-old Sunday School teacher, but, alas, maybe a rant for another day...
Anyway, as adverse as I am to play-dough, I don't have to take all these kids home with me and smell their fingernails, so I broke down and bought 8 jars of play-dough for the class. Yes, the kids were all thrilled and colorful squishy stuff is an awesome way to entertain a 2 year old for an hour, so it was okay. But then, 2 weeks ago, I discover that 2 of my jars of play-dough are missing out of my Sunday School cabinet! Now this would not have been a problem except for the Sunday I discover the theft, I have distributed 6 jars of play-dough only to have a 7th child dragged through the door, screaming - in desperate need of some serious distraction. But where are the other 2 jars of play-dough??? Pilfered. At church.
So after 10 minutes of my making animal noises for the screamer(another hidden talent), he decides to get down and play with half of Ryn's play-dough and I spend the rest of Sunday School labeling my 6 remaining jars of play-dough and posting a note in the cabinet about please not taking our play-dough. Pffffff.
Interestingly enough, last week, the missing play-dough was back. Bring on the screamers.
Anyway, as adverse as I am to play-dough, I don't have to take all these kids home with me and smell their fingernails, so I broke down and bought 8 jars of play-dough for the class. Yes, the kids were all thrilled and colorful squishy stuff is an awesome way to entertain a 2 year old for an hour, so it was okay. But then, 2 weeks ago, I discover that 2 of my jars of play-dough are missing out of my Sunday School cabinet! Now this would not have been a problem except for the Sunday I discover the theft, I have distributed 6 jars of play-dough only to have a 7th child dragged through the door, screaming - in desperate need of some serious distraction. But where are the other 2 jars of play-dough??? Pilfered. At church.
So after 10 minutes of my making animal noises for the screamer(another hidden talent), he decides to get down and play with half of Ryn's play-dough and I spend the rest of Sunday School labeling my 6 remaining jars of play-dough and posting a note in the cabinet about please not taking our play-dough. Pffffff.
Interestingly enough, last week, the missing play-dough was back. Bring on the screamers.
posted by em at 9:31 AM
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