when princess sparkle met captain oats

so I spent most of the morning today hanging out at kids ministry at sunday service. And it got me thinking, why do people make babies. I'm all for procreating, i mean if our parents didnt fall in love and get married, we would not have been born. So what exactly causes Princess sparkle to fall in love with the Captain, and why on earth would they want to make mini sparkles and oats. Anyway, here's an insight to what goes on at kids ministry.

10:15am

Kids are randomly dropped off at this semi cosy room in curtin. Though i do have to admit, these bunch of kids were blessed with good genes. They all looked very pleasant, and one would not have thrown something at the kids just because they had asymmetrical facial features. I soon found out that any one above the age of 13 were called "teachers". Imagine the shock, and mild delight when i was referred to as Teacher Jeremy. There was a brief moment of madness ( that seemed to set the tone for the rest of the session) when Teacher Ivy induced the kids to guess who was in charge of games for the day. This set off many of the kids who proceeded to scream and shout out names. It was soon revealed that teacher brandon was in charge of games and the game (honestly so boring, so boring that i wont bother telling you what it was) was played. That ended the games segment of the session.

1100am

After what seemed like a rather energetic 30 mins of games, the kids were split up into different age groups. I followed Teacher Faith and Teacher Yan pin as they lead the toddlers into a different room. What madness that ensued, i do not wish it upon anyone. The aim for that 30 mins was to teach these sugar-induced toddlers how to dance to a kids song for fathers day. I will attempt to describe the scene. In the middle of the room, Yan pin was attempting tirelessly to coerce and cajole the kids into following her routine. However, most of these kids had other ideas in mind. Cathlin, she proved to be quite an agile little cat. She was climbing from table to table. Ryan, he was more of a method actor. Throughout the time spent in the room, he tried his best to act like a snake crawling over the floors like a snake on his belly. There were other kids too of course, most of them running around some very interested with what the bin had to offer. Looking at the scene before me, even i started to feel very sleepy and tired. Finally, after realizing the futility of their efforts, the teachers started to gather their young friends and brought them back for a round of art and craft. At this point, Faith decided that little Christopher had had enough and we brought him to see his brother, daylan.

1200ish, (honestly, i forget)

This next place i went to was the creche. There was a ball pen, which my practical side had to convince me that it was not big enough for a 21 year old. There were little toy cars, and puzzles and of course babies. To say that it was an educational visit would be an understatement. I learned that babies loved to throw food out of their mouths. I learned that you do not throw a ball at a baby. I learned that you tell the gender of the baby not by how he or she looks but by the colour of their clothes.

Many more things happened throughout this experience but i do realize i am waffling and as i write this, even i am getting tired recounting the experience. Bringing it all back to the point of this post, kids, athough alot of work are very lovable creatures. True, some of them do have weird habits ( one such habit of daylan included pulling down his pants for the world to see), and some of them have terrible eating manners ( i do believe taking your lasagna and spewing it on the sleeping mats is not acceptable manners in any part of the world, even the tribes of malaysia i.e kuching) but they have a serene aura about them. So the next time your princess sparkle and captain oats moment comes along, think about the joy of children, and also, i cant help but add this, think about the population problem that is China.

Peace to my kiwi brethren, and eunice teo too i suppose

(Next post: cool gang signs and language of the ghetto)

DISCLAIMER: the post above are purely jerry's opinion and thoughts about the incident. please read with a pinch of salt. if troubled by the above post, seek counselling from eunice teo. -eunicet-