primary predicaments

or as isaiah would say..."ploblems." our sabbath day began bright and early. we had family pictures scheduled in before our one o'clock sacrament meeting time. yeah, crazy. but it had to be done. i frantically got everyone dressed, while sam hurriedly got them re-dressed, and as we rushed out the door to the pretend castle with scary monster dragons that isaiah didn't want to go to...miss thang thought she'd look much better without the frilly bow holding the hair out of her eyes. for some reason she's happier rockin' the punk look - must be isaiah's fault, he's always calling her a little punk. hmm, guess i should talk to him about that. anyway, we trudged through the crunchy snow and took our pics before our toes froze off. sam decided after our crazy photographic escapade, he really didn't feel too good. so he stayed home with makayah, which left me to haul my very useful adolescent sister, and my temperamental toddler. i think this is isaiah's fourth, maybe fifth sunday in primary. so he's still quite new to the whole primary thing, plus, he really misses nursery - treats, toys...you know, all the fun stuff. despite his longing to be back in the carefree world of nursery, his transistion is coming along more smoothly. today, however, was quite the day. during one of the lessons on hinckley's "b's" isaiah was all too eager to "B" involved. so when the primary president began talking about "B-eing" clean, isaiah stood up and said, "yep! you can't be dirty! you have to be clean!" - with such conviction, i bowed my head to hide my smile and prayed he'd stop there. please don't embarass me, please don't embarass me! i could just hear it now, "and you can't say bad words like..." and i was worried because just that morning he stopped me and said, "mom, we can't say bad words like 'damn', huh mom." yes son. so yeah, i was sitting on the edge of my seat. luckily, he stopped there. things turned out to be a completely different story in his individual sunday school class. the little 3 year old sunbeam class just happened to have a lesson on Jesus and how Jesus loves us. isaiah, pipes up, "Yep! Jesus loves me and so and so, and so and so, but not you (points to one of his friends...they must've had some kind of falling out???). the teacher kindly replied, "Jesus loves everyone." isaiah argued back, and then the teacher said something to the effect of "we don't say things like that because its rude." now, i should've warned those poor sunbeam teachers that my son has been going through a bossy phase and an obnoxious "why" phase. for the past week, practically the only thing coming out of isaiah's mouth is the word, "why?" "but why, mom?" it can become pretty exhausting. so....the teacher says its rude and isaiah says, "but why?" teacher response. "but why? why, Why, WHY?" i'm sure they had their fun with him, or vice versa. goodness gracious, that kid is something else. a little later on in the lesson, the teacher says, "Jesus is our brother." isaiah, of course, has something to say, "Jesus is my brother, but not yours...." not again! wow. that son of mine has a way of making me laugh when i really shouldn't be. oh well. he did do a great job on sharing the scripture for closing exercises...i guess as long as he's front and center. ;) the picture i added of isaiah is his first day in primary. he loved his crown he made and really does remember the things his teachers teach him. although it may seem your words fall on deaf ears-they really don't; teachers...thank you!