The Wrong Book

Our primary presidency has challenged the kids in junior primary to bring their scriptures each week. If they bring their scriptures, they get to put a pebble in a jar.  When the jar is full, they get some kind of prize.  Knowing my Molly, I didn't want her to be disappointed, so I made sure that taking scriptures was a priority.

We found an extra Book of Mormon at our house.  She picked out the purse she wanted to put it in.  She added some pens and candy to the purse.  She was very proud to take HER scriptures to church.

During Sharing Time today, there was exactly 1 scripture announced for the kids to try and look up.  It was in . . . .  . Malachi!  This was junior primary and most of the kids who remembered to bring their scriptures had nice blue Books of Mormon just like Molly. I was sitting in my chair up front (I have a new calling as co-music leader in primary) and here comes Molly.  Her face looked like she just found out that she didn't get invited to her best friend's best birthday part ever.  Pure disappointment.

"Mom, you gave me the wrong book.  My teacher says I don't have that one in here."

She was just about in tears.  Her head looked at the floor.  I tried to tell her that there was more than one book and I just thought she would need that one.  It didn't help.  I was in trouble.  The world had ended.

This girl . . .  I don't know what to do with her some days.  There is never a dull moment and I can NEVER predict how things will turn out with her.

Oh well.

She then stood by me for most of the time I led the singing.  When it was time to go to class, she started sobbing and I have no idea why.  After a stern talking to and telling her that she was going to miss the treasure hunt and the treat her teacher had told her about, she ran from me and down the hall to her class by herself.