30 Days of Gratitude: Day 15

I keep missing days, sigh.

Today, I am grateful for children.

They say the best things. Thought I’d share some of them here so you can see why they are so special to me.

“This is so hard – I wish my mum was here!”

“I’m a man!” 
One of my Guides said this with absolutely no context AT ALL. Turns out she meant she’s playing a man in a puppet show they were doing.

*After showing my student my Batman ring.*
Him: “Does that make you Batgirl?”
Me: “I guess so.”
Him: “So then I’m Batman. But you can’t tell anyone. I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine. Do you have a Batmobile?
Me: “Nope.”
Him: “Well, I have a grapple hook.”
Sure…you do.

“Is that what money looked like in the olden days?”
– My 9 y.o. student looking at a cash register set I brought to class. The money was literally a black & white version of what money looks like now.

In clinic…
SP: What’s this? *shows picture of sheep*
Boy: Lamb.
SP: Not quite. What’s a big lamb called?

Me: I met Batman when I went to Queensland.
Boy: Was he the real one?

Today, I am grateful for children.


Things I’ve heard kids say – Part 2

I realised I had a poop-load more after writing the first post, so I just had to do a part 2.

1. “My favourite country is Greece because I like the movie Grease.”
Now, I didn’t actually hear this one from the girl who said it, but it has got to be one of my favourite quotes from a child ever.

2. Me: “Do you reckon you’d need to be good with animals to be a vet?”
Girl: “I’m good with animals because I have a fish and I only feed it sometimes.”
Should I be concerned?

3. Girl: When I grow up I want to be a servant.
Me: A…servant?
Girl: Yeah, like a servant at a restaurant.
Me: You mean a waitress?
Girl: Yeah, a waitress.

4. *A continuation from the conversation in #3*
Me: So, do you think you’d need to go to university to be a waitress?
Girl: Yes, coz it’s really hard work.

5. I’d just taught a lesson at Sunday School about how Jesus turned water into wine and I demonstrated this by adding purple jelly crystals to water. I was reviewing the lesson when this happened.
Me: So, Jesus turned…
Boy: Purple?!

6. While babysitting…
Girl: Get your bag, we’re going to Australia.
Me: Okay. What are we gonna do there?
Girl: Just work and stuff.
Me: Are we gonna do anything fun?
Girl: Yeah, work and stuff!

7. Me: Alright kids, it’s time to do some worship. What song would you like to sing today?
Boy: Frozen!!
Not sure if that constitutes as worship…

8. A little boy at church: You’re tall like my daddy.
Pretty sure I’m half his dad’s size.

9. I overheard this conversation on the bus one day.
Boy 1: Who’s higher up – a professor or some who has a PhD?
Boy 2: I think it’s the professor, coz he has elbow pads.

10. Me: And what do you think is in the special place that Jesus is preparing for us?
Boy: Legoland?

21 things Ross Geller taught me.

1. Don’t count Mississippily unless specified.

2. It’s ok to refer to your soulmate as your “lobster”.


4. You have to pivot (pronounced: pivaahtt) when carrying your couch up the stairs.

5. It’s perfectly normal to teach your son about Hanukkah dressed up as an armadillo.

6. Unagi is not just eel – it’s a state of total awareness.

7. Don’t say you won’t eat Thanksgiving dinner until you’ve correctly identified all 50 states of the US. You might starve.

8. If you’re ever nervous about public speaking, it’s ok to blurt out a foreign accent.

9. It’s ok to use your son as an excuse not to help your friend pack.

10. Never make a pros and cons list about someone you’re interested in.

11. If you do make said list, make sure that person never finds it.

12. Choreographing a dance routine with your younger sister is a great idea. You might even get the chance to do it at a taping of a TV show.

13. When driving to the airport to stop the love of your life from getting on a plane, make sure you’re going to the right airport.

14. There is a difference between “you’re” and “your”.

15. There’s nothing wrong with pronouncing everything correctly.

16. You don’t have to be 8 to love dinosaurs.

17. Karate is a viable option if you’re not getting much action in the bedroom.

18. If you want to give someone the finger without actually giving them the finger, just make up your own gesture.

19. When one of your best friends starts dating your ex-girlfriend, you don’t have to be ok with it. You also don’t have to make fajitas.

20. If you do make fajitas (and somehow get drunk in the process), make sure you wear mittens.

21. Do whatever it takes to make your baby laugh.


The emotional stages of a bad haircut.

I got a bad haircut last weekend. When I say “bad”, I really mean “regretful”. It was a spur of the moment decision…and I got bangs. BANGS. I’ve had bangs before. Once when I was about 5, and the second time was during the last 2 years of high school. I don’t know what compelled me to get bangs.

So anyway, I walked into some random salon because, you know, I like to live on the edge. I wouldn’t usually do this, and now I’ll never do it again because the hairdresser jacked up my hair. I asked for a trim and bangs. After the hairdresser was done, I realised it was no where near what I wanted. The bangs were far too short, like, above my eyebrows short. Anyway, I realise that I’m probably to blame because I didn’t give clear enough instructions or something. Still, I’ve been on a crazy emotional roller-coaster this past week regarding my hair and that’s what prompted me to write this post. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you ‘The emotional stages of a bad haircut’.

Stage 1: Confidence
This stage comes before the actual haircut. It’s the stage where you’ve decide on your cut and you’re confident it won’t fail. If it’s a new style, you’ve probably researched it heaps. And by “researched” I mean “spent 4 hours on Google images looking at hair models and gaining unrealistic expectations”. By this time you’ve also got a hairdresser/salon in mind and you make the appointment. You’re so excited to have a new ‘do. When you get to the hairdresser’s, you confidently explain what you want done. Sometimes, there’ll be a particularly judgemental hairdresser whose umms and ahhs start to unsettle you a little bit. But they’re usually very accommodating and listen to what you want.

Stage 2: During the cut
So you’ve explained what you wanted and you’re sitting in the chair as the hairdresser starts to prep you. When they start cutting, all you can think to yourself is “OMG I can’t wait to see how this turns out!” You’ve still got that hair model’s picture you saw on Google images in mind. And, if you’re anything like me, you’re probably planning an Instagram photo and contemplating the caption and the hashtags you’ll use. (Because, you know, they’re important life decisions.) All is well and good until you start to realise that the hairdresser is taking more hair off than you thought they would. This starts to worry you a little bit, but you reassure yourself that the hairdresser is a professional and that they know what they’re doing. It’ll be alright in the end. Or so you think…

Stage 3: That sinking feeling
You realise that your hair is looking nothing like that picture you found on Google. And what’s worse, the hairdresser has stopped cutting and picked up a mirror to show you their handiwork. They ask if you like it. You make awkward eye contact through the mirror, plaster a smile to your face and nod. As they start packing up, you inspect your hair closer.  There’s a pit in your stomach as you come to the realisation that this is your hair now. And it’s nothing like what you thought it would be. Bye bye Instagram photo. You start to plan the best route to get home without seeing anyone you know.

Stage 4: Post-hair cut regret
Now that you’ve made it home with as little human contact as possible, you fall to your knees and cry out “WHYYYYYYY?!?!?! Why did I think this would look good? Why did I even try something new? WHYYYYY.” You begin to wallow in self-pity. You’ll never leave the house again. People will look at you funny. People will judge. People will know you tried to look cool but failed. We all know that this doesn’t actually happen, but these are the thoughts that went through my mind when I was at this stage.

Stage 5: Can we fix it?
You try to salvage your ‘do. Perhaps it’s blow-drying it a certain way, straightening it, wearing a head band/scarf/beanie or putting it up in a bun. You do whatever it takes to make it look somewhat normal or acceptable by your standards. Stage 5 can progress into Stage 5a: Frustration during which you threaten to shave all your hair off if it doesn’t behave. I don’t know anyone who has actually gone through with Stage 5a.

Stage 6: Acceptance
After hours of standing in front of the mirror, you get to a stage where it doesn’t really matter anymore. Maybe it’s not so bad. Maybe some people will like it. Maybe it’ll be okay. There’s nothing much you can do about your new hair. Right now, the best thing to do is wait for it to grow out so you can get it cut again. Hopefully the next time you get it cut, it won’t end up like this…

Things I’ve heard kids say.

A lot of what I do involves working with children and that means I get to hear MANY of the things they say.

1. Kid: I know what the red and green lights do.
Me: Okay, what does the red light do?
Kid: Stop!
Me: What about the green light?
Kid: Go!
Me: Good! What about the orange light?
Kid: *looks confused* There is no orange light?!

2. Me while teaching my lesson at Sunday school: …and Jesus frees people.
Kid: He doesn’t FREEZE people?!

3. While reading a children’s Bible to a 2.5 year-old girl…
Me: Mary was looking forward to getting married.
Girl: I’m looking forward to getting married too!
I told her Dad to keep an eye on her.

4. Girl 1: I’m allergic to bacon.
Me: Umm, sure, okay.
Girl 2: Wait, do you eat pork?
Girl 1: Yeah, I eat pork.

5. Me while teaching about good turns at Guides: So, what are some examples of good turns you do?
Girl: I help Mum carry the shopping, I give Mum massages and help her cook.
Me: You do all those things?
Girl: Nope.

6. One of the activities for Guides was sorting different currencies into different categories, i.e. paper vs plastic or sorting by countries. I overheard one group sorting the notes into “old” and “young” so I wandered over to investigate.
Me: Oh, so you’re sorting the notes into old notes and new notes?
Girl: Nope, we’re sorting them by the people on the note.
Me: Huh?
Girl: If the guy on the note is old, it goes in this pile. If he’s young, it goes in this pile.

7. While babysitting one day, myself and the young girl were playing with blocks when she suddenly exclaims “Boys wee standing up!”
Me: O…kay?
Girl: And girls wee sitting down!
Me: Umm…
I mean, how am I supposed to respond to that?

8. Girl: Umm, excuse me? I’m allergic to salad.
Me: I’m sure you are…

9. While playing with stuffed toys…
Girl: Ted goes next to Hippo the Thomas.
Me: Next to who?
Girl: Hippo the Thomas!
She meant hippopotamus. So much cute.

10. Me: You have a new baby sister – how exciting!
Boy: Yeah, her name is Alyssa.
Me: That’s such a pretty name!
Boy: Well, it used to be a secret. And then she got borned and then we told everyone.