Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s been forever. I’m sorry. Let’s move on.

So we’re teaching about 120 kids at a local VBS all week. Keith and I have had the honor of getting to tell the Bible stories each day, in a highly-interactive format. We did it last year for the first time, and loved it so much that I think we’ll sign up to do it for as long as they’ll let us.

On Day 2 of VBS, we taught the kids about the first 9 plagues on Egypt (how many of the 10 can you name without looking it up?? Quick!). The 10th plague was reserved for the next day, when we would teach the kids about the Passover as well, naturally.

Okay, so after teaching them about those first 9, we dismissed them to their next station. At the end of each session, there are always several adults and kids trying to talk to us at the same time–it’s a little chaotic trying to get everyone to move along to their next session so we can get the next group in the room (in and out in 20 minutes). So on Tuesday, there was this one little guy, probably about 7 years old and absolutely adorable, who was going on and on about something, but I was too busy to hear what he was saying. So I did what most grown-ups do when they’re not really listening to what someone is saying. I said, “Oh, good!”

To which he responded incredulously, “Did you just say ‘Oh, good!’????”

Oops. I’d been caught. I wasn’t listening. I looked him straight in the eye and said, “I’m sorry sweetie. I wasn’t listening to you. What were you saying?”

And then he told me that he had been informing me that in tomorrow’s plague (the 10th), a bunch of babies were going to die.

Oops.