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It is a rare moment when the kids find something they want to all play together (without fighting) for a long time. But, on Sunday, they managed to keep themselves occupied for over an hour with their own Primary class in the basement.
For those of you who don't know, at our church, the children ages 3-12 attend Primary. Primary classes are divided by age group and meet in individual classes for Sunday School lessons. However, for a portion of time each Sunday, the children meet together for singing time and another collective lesson called Sharing Time.
So, on Sunday afternoon while Andrew and I were taking naps, the other children put together their own Primary with stuffed animals. They put dresses on the bigger dolls and placed them at the front to be the adults. The other animals were lined up by size (to simulate different age groups). Each of the stuffed animals had their own name tag. Emily led a lively discussion on the first paragraph of The Family Proclamation. They also read a story from The Friend Magazine.

I appreciated the quiet time while they played happily together. I also loved the fact that Emily cleaned it all up without me asking her to. That was a good day--or at least a good couple of hours.

Comments

Anna Lynne said…
That is so cute! you gotta love that your kids are playing church! very sweet kids!
The Kirkmans said…
You're kids are awesome, I wish mine would do that.

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