My poor little darlins… their brains are just fried from end-of-school craziness. We were talking today about how our Kindergarten and 1st/2nd grade classes are almost full for next Fall, but there are only a handful of kids in 8th-10th grades. Bless ’em:
Me: Well, y’all need to pray that the Lord sends us some families with older kids who’ve been classically educated so y’all can have some more classmates.
Boy: They have to be guys. And they have to be athletic, so we can play basketball!
Girl 1: And they have to be cute! We’ll pray for cute guys.
Me (rolling my eyes): Yeah. Why don’t you go ahead and pray that a couple families will move here and enroll at CCA with upper-school-aged boys who’ve been classically educated and are athletic and cute… and why don’t you throw in that they have Australian accents too?
Girl 2 (fists in the air): YEAH!!
Me (as their parents): Honey, I appreciate your newfound interest in prayer, but you’ve been kneeling there since you got home from school and it’s time for dinner.