We teach a primary class for our local LDS church every Sunday. There are SEVEN six-year-old boys in our class. Some of them have special needs. They can be surly. They can be sweet. It can be fun. It can be a challenge.
Recently, I taught a lesson about repentance and used a band-aid in an analogy for healing our spiritual wounds. I had, in my home stash and for in-class distribution, a box of band-aids... not just any band-aids, but SUPERHERO band-aids! I was sure this would be an enormous hit and likewise prepared myself to be thanked and praised. The variety included: Captain America, The Hulk, Ironman, etc. At the end of class, I offered each boy in attendance his very own band-aid. A couple chose theirs apathetically, before one young gent spit out, "Band-aids are useless!" and rushed out the door. Another boy thought about it for a bit before pushing my hand back, shrugging his shoulders, and announcing, "Nah, I'm not really in the mood."
I guess my lesson was on humility. That, and never, ever assume you know what kind of reaction a 6-year-old boy will have. Ever.