Sunday School.

Peter and I taught Sunday school this past Sunday, and it truly was a Sunday I will never forget!  The kids were in rare form, and they didn't want to listen to either of us.  We had a plethora of first moments - I had to separate children (never done that in Sunday School before), and confiscate toys (that's no fun, but they were fighting over them, and it was driving me CRAZY), and last, but definitely not least, Peter changed his first diaper!!  So proud of him!  I am still trying to figure out how this man made it to the lovely age of 31 without changing a single diaper.  He has somehow managed to avoid all opportunities up until now, and this time he simply couldn't get out of it.  Makes me smile just thinking about it - I am terrible I know!

Let me tell you how it went down, as I am sure you are just dying to hear it right?  Well, the morning started off as any other Sunday school morning.  We were doing a craft, after story time had failed miserably on my part - the kids just wouldn't listen!  And they were fighting with each other and stealing each other's toys - and I couldn't handle it! So story time ended a bit prematurely, but the kids weren't phased at all.

So back to the diaper story...we were doing a craft, and this little guy jumps off his seat and crawls under the table (resuming pooping position, I'm sure!).  He is stretched out on his tummy - just hanging out!  I thought something might be up - I mean he had never done this before.  And when Peter asked him if he was okay, he looked at him slightly teary eyed.  He eventually crawled out from under the table and sat in Peter's lap for awhile.  I started to smell something a little out of the ordinary - so I asked Peter to ask said child if he needed to go to the bathroom.  He sweetly replied no, he was fine!

Well turns out he wasn't fine!  Next thing we know, little boy has put his hand down his pants, and pulled out some little brown treasures.  He turned to Peter and showed him his hand and declared, "UH OH!"  Peter panicked a bit in that moment - bless his heart.  I sweetly smiled at him and said..."it's all you!"  So Peter took him to the bathroom, but he couldn't find diapers, so he just washed the little guys hands and scraped the brown stuff out from under his little fingernails.

And they came back to the classroom with boy still wearing dirty diaper - Peter thought his job was done, but little did he know it was just beginning!  I insisted that he change the diaper, and I knew just where they were.  Please keep in mind the boy is three - so he is most definitely walking and talking!  I mean what do you do in this case?  Do you put the child up on a changing table?  That just seemed weird!  So Peter took the boy back into the bathroom, with the plan that he would just pull the diaper off him while he was standing up.  Sounds like a good plan right? Well it would have been if  my darling husband could have found the tabs on the sides (perhaps the kid was wearing pampers? - hence no tabs), but he couldn't find them - so the diaper came down over the little boys socks.  And let's just say the little boy somehow managed to put his little sock covered foot directly onto his dirty diaper before it made it's way off him!  So now Peter had a dirty diaper and a dirty sock on his hands.

So what did he do?  Well he disposed of the diaper and packaged up that dirty sock in a little bag for the boy to take home!  And he came back into our classroom looking pretty pleased with himself.  Gosh I love that man!!

I am literally laughing just thinking about all of this!  While Peter was changing diapers I was confiscating toys, separating children, and dealing with the highly emotional ones. Who knew two hours with multiple 3 year olds could be so draining, yet so entertaining?  Can't wait till next time!!

Xoxo,

Malia