My daughter came home yesterday carrying the pictured sheet of paper and a glass “rock.”  Two interesting, yet unsurprising things followed:

1. After reading the poem, all three of my sons immediately reacted with incredulity and indignation — “Who would teach this to kindergarteners?”
2. My daughter became a bit confused about the rock.  She agreed that it was a better idea to tell your worries to Jesus or to your parents, but thought the rock was cute and it might still be a good third-place backup.

Well, if I needed something to worry about, I would worry about the competence of the school psychologist.