Holly

My daughter is so funny. She was telling us a story in the car on the way home from Salt Lake. In the story there was a monster with no eyes. Rob commented that it would be easy to get away from a monster with no eyes. Holly ticked her tongue and said "Dad this isn't a real story". On this same drive she decided to make up her own version of "the Twelve Days of Christmas". Rob sensing that this would be a long song tried to gently persuade her not to sing it. She said "But Dad it is going to be funny" in her most disgusted voice. We of course had to listen and participate after her very convincing proposal.

The funniest thing my daughter ever did I hesitate to tell. It involves a very good primary teacher. At the risk of offending anyone be assured if you were one of Holly's primary teachers this story is not about you. Anyway after church one day (a long time ago) Holly came into the Relief Society room where I was packing up my things. She plopped down next to me and set a piece of paper on my lap. It was a picture she had drawn in primary. She explained that the picture was of her primary teacher. I looked at her rendition and noticed that the teacher had little squiggly lines around his body. I asked Holly what the lines were. She looked at me a little funny and said "He's a stinky guy". It was so hard not to laugh. The only thing I could think was where did Holly learn to draw stink lines? I tried to praise her picture but I needed to know the damage so I asked her if she had shown her teacher the picture. She said she had. I am not sure if she actually told him what it depicted. I don't think I want to know. How do you teach a child to be discreet without crushing them? I opted to ignore the situation until it rears its ugly head again.