Jacob saw that I was pushing the large size chairs out of the room and setting up the smaller size chairs around a low table in our room.
bewildered and upset he cried, "But Mom, I'm FINALLY in Senior Primary and thought we'd finally get to have the big chairs!"
I told him I was sorry to make such a grown-up young man sit on a little chair but we were going to work on a project throughout the lesson and I wanted them all to fit comfortably around the semi-large but low table we had available in our tiny classroom. I pointed out that I'd given myself a small chair too.
It's just degrading and humiliating to finally have reached the age of, and worked one's way up in the world to, the stage where one expects to no longer be treated like a "little kid," just to have your mother be your new Primary teacher and have the audacity to make not only you, but your fellow classmates who'd also longed for big chairs, sit once again in small chairs. The horror, the cruelness, the complete non-understanding.
(we had a great lesson though and they each drew and colored their Spirit Selves - tissue paper - and then their Body Selves - thick paper - as I taught the lesson on Heavenly Father's plan for us and how Jesus is our Savior and made it possible for us to return to Heaven to live with them. We also talked about repentance and discussed the questions they brought up like, "What if I did something, like trip my brother, just one more time today and then repent tonight?")
