In Harper’s new class at preschool, they go to “chapel,” something the younger classes don’t do. Since the communication with parents is sometimes less than comprehensive, I didn’t really know what they do there, nor did I know that today was to be the first visit, so I hadn’t prepared Harper for it at all. But when she got home today, she told me quite matter-of-factly that she had been to chapel, and that Mr. Tom had taught them to sing “Praise Ye the Lord” and “This is the Day,” using the little piano, not the big one.
I asked if they did anything other than singing at chapel, and she said, “The other man told us a story.”
“What was the story about?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said.
“Was it about Jesus?” (This seemed to be a relatively safe guess.)
“Yeah!” she said, and then went on to explain, “He said, ‘We’re all kids…’ No… ‘God is a big kid.'”
I looked at her. “He said, “God is a big kid?'”
She scrunched up her nose. “No, that’s not right.”
“Did he say, ‘We’re all children of God?'” I guessed.
“Yeah, that’s it.” Then we went back to wrapping her elephant in a baby blanket and read Hamilton the Pig for the seventh time today.