One I Would Like To Forget

The last Sunday in December 2010 I was called to be the primary chorister. This was a huge shock, didn't-see-it-coming kind of calling. I was so overwhelmed, especially since I haven't, I repeat-have not been in primary since I graduated at age 12. Needless to say, I spend MANY hours a week searching the web for ideas, preparing posters, flipcharts, props and trying to learn the songs I'm supposed to be teaching. I'm finally starting to figure everything out and feel a little more confident in my abilities.

This takes us to last Sunday, March 20th...

It was Stake Conference. So that morning I was explaining to Logan that we would be going to church but that he wouldn't have primary. I said it was like a long Sacrament Meeting, but that we wouldn't take the sacrament either. He was looking a little confused and said, "I don't have to go to primary?" I confirmed that no, he didn't have primary. Then he shouted, "Yay! No primary!" Interested in why he was glad he didn't have to go to primary I inquired why he was so happy. Hindsight tells me I really didn't want to know his answer.

"Because singing time is sooo boring!"