Love/Hate

I have a love/hate relationship with my Primary class. By this I mean that I hate them a lot and love them a little. Unfortunately for my hatred, they sometimes do the funniest things that make me smile.

On Sunday, one 9 yr-old boy said, "Today my mom told me that someday I would grow up and get married. I told her someday she would grow up and die."

Another Sunday he said, "If I were going to kill someone, I would kill a homeless guy, because then no one would ever know he was gone."

How do these kids come up with these things?! It keeps me going. Until next Sunday, when I hate my life all over again.