I love teaching primary. Kids are way too honest for their parents to have even one night of peaceful sleep. I can't even imagine the crap my kids have told teachers, both church and school about me/us over the years. I like sleep, so I am pretending that my children were all mute throughout their collective childhood. My hubby and I teach 12 year olds at church. Do you think they might have reached the age of discretion? Do you think they might be disinclined to dish the dirt on their parents and family? Well, if you do, you are incorrect. They tell it like it is. In some cases they really really shouldn't, but I am always glad they do. Maybe that is one reason I love 12 year olds. They get to the meat and potatoes of family life. I have heard what can only be a childs interpretation of their parent's love life, the interesting tale that one of the sweetest, most kindly appearing mommies can take her husband down with one well placed blow to the back of his head, and that one of the most upstanding employs the f bomb repetitively at a neighbors dog. This is only the tip of the hilarious iceberg.
While they have a view of the world that is uniquely truthful they also lie through their cute, often bracketed, little teeth about their own behavior. They have learned from society that people hide things about themselves, like the fact that they have biological functions, almost always find their Christmas/birthday presents before the actual day, talk crap about each other and other sneaky and devious behaviors. They are little walking oxymorons, but they have insight too. We were talking about how siblings should be kind to each other and one said, "How can I be kind to my sister? She is so stupid! She is in love with a fictional vampire and besides, she picks her nose." We talked about how everyone has moments when they aren't at their best. They agreed that other people do have those moments, a lot!
Just as I was going to push the truth one sweet little sis said, "We have to erase the dumb stuff we do from our brains or we would probably never go to school or church again." Amen little lady! I am going to need a jumbo sized eraser!!

When my granddaughter was learning to read she at some point encountered the word mucus. Her dad told her what mucus is, but the pronunciation apparently didn't stick in her brain. One day I was babysitting she and her younger brother. She said, I think I'm getting a cold I have a lot of muckus in my nose. I was going to explain when her brother said, with a look of horror on his little face, "What the HELL is a MUCKUS?"
This is now one of our favorite catch phrases. That D@*%$ muckus.