I've got my work cut out for me

We have jumped back into another school year and thus far things are running smoothly.  However God has graciously reminded me the past week through two instances that I have my work cut out for me as a mom and teacher with this crew.

Instance #1:
the setting:  walking down the hall last week at church going to pick up Anna Grace

me: Dean, what was children's church about this morning?

Dean: Heaven.

me: Oh, wow!  Was that why everything looked so special?

Dean: Yes ma'am and at the end Mrs. Jill gave everyone a key chain with Reservations on it.

(long, searching pause on my part)

me: Do you mean Revelation?

Dean: Uh, maybe so.  That sounds like it.

Instance #2:
the setting:  math lesson at kitchen table reviewing the clock and telling time

me: (holding up the demonstration clock) Anna Grace, what time is this?

Anna Grace: 4:00

me: Good.  Now what are these called (pointing toward the hands)?

Anna Grace: Fake.

me: Huh?  Fake? No, what are these called?

Anna Grace: They're fake.

me: On a real clock what are these things called?

Anna Grace: Oh, I don't know; hands or something like that.

me: Yes! Hands!  And which one is this (pointing to the hour hand)?

Anna Grace: Uh...the little hand?

me: Yes or the hour hand. And what is this hand called?

Anna Grace: The big hand or the minute hand.

me: Correct.  So what time is it on the clock?

Anna Grace: 4:00.

me: And what is it (pointing to the minute hand) pointing to?

Anna Grace: The 12.

me: Well yes but I was hoping you would say to the minute.  But what about this hand what is it pointing to?

Anna Grace: (long pause with her eyes darting back and forth) The pencil?

Wow.  I never knew that a clock could produce such a headache in such a short amount of time.  But I looked down and sure enough if you followed the point of the fake hour hand on the clock to the table it could be argued that it was pointing to the pencil.