During Sharing Time, poor little Faith was bored. She had a very miniature book of scriptures which she thumbed through using her nose. Up and down, up and down, she fanned those pages over the tip of her nose. Suddenly she stopped, sat bolt upright, looked at me with utter astonishment, and whispered, "Teacher! The scriptures smell like bacon!"
For their lesson on baptism, I took the class on a field trip to the bishop's office. They walked like little cadets through the chapel and to his office, where they no longer acted like cadets. Even so, the bishop, who's so adorable with children, brightened his face and started teaching them about baptism.
"When you're baptized, your daddies will take you down all the way under the water, and then bring you up again. Do you know why we do this?"
Faith leaped up and shouted, "So we can breathe!"
From little Max who loves to take off his shoes and run his fingers through my necklaces, to Christian who loves the number 99 ("I'm having a birthday in 99 days! . . . We're going to the mountains in 99 from now! . . . I have 99 at home!"), to adorable Zhenja who's the prettiest-in-pink girl I've ever seen and has better manners than most adults (including myself), and to little Faith's wit, I've learned more from these little people than I have from years of talks. They have taught me what my Savior meant when he said,
Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.