My daughter came home yesterday carrying the pictured sheet of paper and a glass “rock.” Two interesting, yet unsurprising things followed:
- After reading the poem, all three of my sons immediately reacted with incredulity and indignation — “Who would teach this to kindergarteners?”
- 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.