i met my new 6th grade guys small group last night. six guys — and i have a great 18 year-old co-leader (which is essential due to my travel schedule).
in short: it was complete pandamonium. one didn’t talk much; but the other five talked non-stop.
a couple funny things…
three of the guys happen to live within a mile of me (which is great, since our church is actually about 10 miles away, and draws from all of san diego county). this means they also go to school with my daughter, who is in the same grade. when this came out, one of the guys who doesn’t go to that school asked my daughter’s classmates, “dude, is she hot?” fortunately, the conversation quickly shifted, and no answer was given. i wasn’t sure which answer i was hoping for — do i go postal if they start talking about how hot my daughter is, or do i go postal if they start talking about how not-hot my daughter is!?!?!
i was having the guys share a variety of info about themselves, including birthdates. they, of course, were all born in 1993 or 1994 (which made me giggle each time one of them mentioned their birth year). then my co-leader (the other “adult”) shared his birthdate, which included the year 1987. this time i laughed out loud. i graduated from high school in 1981! when i said my birthdate — may 24, 1963 — the kid next to me said, “dude! you’re older than my DAD!” to which another kid said, “and my mom!” and they all went around the room, identifying who had parents younger than me.