I think I was planning to tell a cute Primary story today, but now that I'm here, I'm not entirely sure I have one. Mostly I was thinking about how the Primary chorister (our friend Rose) was introducing the song that the children will be singing in sacrament meeting next week for Father's Day. It's called "The Dearest Names," and it talks about how Father is the dearest name (that's actually the second verse; the first verse is about Mother) and gives some adjectives describing Father.
So Rose asked the kids what they think of when they think of their dads, and they all said stuff like nice, and funny, and caring, and totally awesome. Rose said she was pleased that all the adjectives were positive, and of course that prompted the kids to come up with less positive ones. They still weren't all that negative though--they only had two: mad and grumpy.
After the one child said mad, the Primary president, who was sitting in front of him with the Sunbeams, turned around and said jokingly, "I wonder who it is that makes him mad." Then the boy repeated it and whispered to Athena, "I'm the one who makes him mad." He was smiling the whole time, so I guess it's good that he didn't feel bad about himself, and he's probably not scared of his father (definitely good), but maybe he should try a little harder not to make his dad angry.
Anyway, Rose managed to turn both of the adjectives around to make them positive. Mad became passionate (later the boy commented to Athena when he noticed that the word mad had not been written on the board), and grumpy became caring, because usually grumpy people are grumpy because they care very deeply about something. It was very diplomatic of her, and I'm pretty sure that all three of us (Rose, Athena, and me) can relate to that, because we share lots of opinions about Disney.
Then the kids learned another Father's Day song, and when they were done singing it, another boy in Athena's class turned to her and asked excitedly, "Was I singing really loud?" The same boy had had a bit of an existential crisis earlier when Rose told the kids they needed to be respectful to Sister Nibley while she (I) played the song for them. I guess it was the first time it registered, despite having seen us together many times before, that we have the same last name, so he had a minor freak-out asking, "Why are you the same!?" But Athena couldn't answer because they were being respectful. The know-it-all little girl in his class had no such qualms, however, and sharply informed him that, "They have different names!"
Today I'm thankful for third hour when we stop being responsible for teaching the children and can sit back and be amused at their antics, having a lovely conversation with our mother, the choir performance going reasonably well, getting to eat some cake, and having grape juice chilling in the fridge.