We had an interesting day at church today. The two active families with the most kids were both out of town, so only one kid from our Primary was here, but! there's some kind of Disneyland family reunion going on, so we still had about fourteen kids...which is about twice as big as our Primary usually is. But one girl had come all the way from Brazil! It was super awesome, but on the other hand, she only spoke Portuguese, so we felt a little bad that she couldn't participate that much. She seemed to enjoy herself, anyway, at least for part of the time.
We had some interesting discussions. I don't even remember why Maui from Moana got brought up in Sunbeams--I think we'd just reached the end of one girl's attention span, and Moana was the next thing on her mind--and then it was my fault that we got into a debate about who was more powerful, Maui or Jesus.
Athena had a lesson on prayer, and it started with a chalkboard drawing of a big mountain, and there was one man on one side, and the man's married son on the other, and the question was how do the father and his son talk to each other? The kids took this as, "How can we get over the mountain?" So they came up with all kinds of ways, riding a bike over the mountain, taking a sled to the top of the mountain and sledding down, tearing down the mountain, building a tunnel through the mountain. So Athena had to say no, they're trying to talk to each other while still being on their own side of the mountain. Then they got really creative. There was a carrier pigeon suggestion (but they didn't know what those are called, so they described it--you send a bird over the mountain, and attach a letter to its leg with a rubber band or something), and one kid suggested sending a drone over the mountain.
Then, because the Primary presidency was also mostly out of town (two out of three of them are the mothers of the majority of our Primary), we had an extra long singing time! We played charades. These kids were not great at charades, but I think actually most people are pretty bad at charades. Charades is a fascinating game to me, but it does take a different kind of thought process to convey a thought without using any words. We should all play it more often. But we had a good time.
Today I'm thankful for the visitor kids being fairly well-behaved, getting to eat some ice cream soup, getting to play charades, the Bambi seed packet we got (even though we have nowhere to plant gloriosa daisies), and getting to try some new mozzarella sticks for dinner tonight.