This morning at church my aunt was teaching the second and third grade class, and she wanted Elizabeth and I to teach them a song.
So we decided on Father Abraham.
We got there, and there were three boys and two girls staring awkwardly at us.
"Okay, so," I start, "who's ever heard Father Abraham?"
One girl raises her hand.
"Well, then. You guys are going to learn it. So basically, you do the right hand... wait... okay, Elizabeth, let's just go for it."
So we start singing, "Father Abraham had many sons... Okay, guys, whenever you catch on you have to do this with us."
But they just stared up at us awkwardly.
"Ummm... let's try something else. This isn't really a song, it's more of a chant. 'My God is BOOM dynamite. My God is BOOM dynamite. My God is tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, BOOM dynamite.' That's how it goes. Now do it with us."
*stares*
So Elizabeth's mom tries to get them to do it with us. And she... just...
"My God is... is..."
"Boom dynamite."
"My God is BOO dymiye."
"No, 'boom dynamite'."
"BOOM dynamye."
"Uhh..."
"My God is BOO dynamye."
"Uhhh... okay..."
Yepppp... so that didn't go too well.
