Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Follow the...what now?

Rachel was in charge of our Family Home Evening lesson today. We told her to look at the Come Follow Me manual and go to town. So she did. She prepared a fabulous lesson...for last week.

It didn't take us very long to figure out her "guess the topic" hangman opener because, well, The Sermon on the Mount was pretty easy to figure out since we learned about it last week. But we went ahead and had her give her lesson anyway and we had some good discussions.

At the end of her lesson she passed around paper and pencils to everyone and asked us to write down something we thought was interesting from the lesson and then she collected them and read them out loud. This was actually a very entertaining thing to do because even though we all wrote down serious, well-thought-out answers, some answers were easily misconstrued to be silly.

For example, when she got to Andrew's she couldn't quite read his writing, which is, to be honest, perfectly fair. His writing is so poor it could rival any medical doctor in an "illegible prescription" contest. It's simply awful. He once suggested to me that I keep a pen and paper by the bed so that I could jot ideas down there, rather than take notes on my phone (I think I'd had some autocorrect issues with some things I'd typed when I checked my notes in the morning) and I was like, "Please tell me you don't do that!"

He enlists my help in deciphering things he writes down in the middle of the day! I can't imagine trying to work out his middle-of-the-night scrawlings!

Anyway, she got to his paper and read, "The...Satan gives us a...good pattern for life. What!? Who wrote this!?!"

"Must've been Dad, I think," I said, because he was already cracking up over her misinterpretation.

"Not Satan!" he finally choked out. "S-O-T-M! S-O-T-M! The Sermon on the Mount!"

We like to turn as much as we can into acronyms at our house and had his writing actually been legible she might have been able to piece together what he was trying to say, but his sloppy O turned into an A and his sloppy M morphed into what was possibly an AN.

Then she pulled out Benjamin's passive-aggressive note, which said (in beautiful, well-controlled six-year-old handwriting), "reading the sermin on the mont AGAIN" and we all burst out laughing.

It was a good lesson.

We're a week behind in Come Follow Me now, but it was a good lesson.



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