Acorns and Oak Trees

I play piano for the little kids' Sunday School at church. That means I also get to see Kenneth during Sharing Time (when the little kids are all in one room for singing time and a shared lesson). He sits in his class of other 6-7 year-olds with a teacher who doesn't quite know what to do with him. I peeked over the piano yesterday because I could hear Kenneth talking out loud instead of listening to the lesson. I heard "fold my book." To my consternation (a very familiar feeling when it comes to Kenneth), I saw him folding his Book of Mormon. My eyes bugged out in a very un-churchy way and I got his teacher's attention, motioning to have him send the kid over to me.

Kenneth comes over, very excited to show me that he's folding his Book of Mormon. After assuring him that I was proud of his artistic endeavors, I gave him a quick lesson on appropriate materials for folding. "We don't fold books we want to read or use." And we don't vandalize the scriptures in church and blame it on your Mom who also folds books.

When we got home that afternoon, Brian and I were on the couch doing couchy things when I get a tap on my arm. A little boy was standing next to me with a Reader's Digest book. He'd been folding it in the art room. All by himself. For about a half an hour. Solid.

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