Henry is really catching on to the whole "primary" thing. He goes to class, he refuses to sing, but he sits reverantly. He's good.
So, on Sunday, he brought home an adorably decorated "prayer rock." It came with a little poem, about how you put the rock on your pillow and before lay down at night, you're reminded to pray. Put it on the floor, so in the morning, if you forget to pray you step on it.
GREAT! What a lovely sentiment and reminder for us all.
Except... (there is always an "except" in my life...) Henry completely MISSED the part of the lesson about PRAYER.
He knows it's his prayer rock.
He knows it belongs in his bed.
But he gets REALLY mad at me when I take the rock OUT OF HIS BED.
Henry so does not get the point that you're supposed to PRAY. The rock is about PRAYING.
Nope. Not a clue.
We had a family home evening on the whole thing, trying to clarify.
Both Derek and I tried to help him understand that he DOES NOT have to sleep with his rock in his bed. It is about reminding him to say his prayers, for crying out loud.
Henry absolutely can not understand. He just asks me every night why I took his rock away.
So, dear Sunbeam teachers of the world, please remember that your little pupils are very literal. At least mine is. Thinking "abstractly" is impossible for him.
And Henry is oh, so very obedient. ROCK GOES ON HIS PILLOW! HIS TEACHER SAID! DO NOT MOVE IT!