Me: How do you think we can pray for this missionary family?
GA 1: Pray for my scar where my brother scratched me.
Me: Okay, and how do you think we could pray for the missionary family?
GA 1: Guess what! In choir, we tried to hide behind the door so the teacher wouldn't see us!
GA 2: I'm writing a non-fiction book about Venezuela.
Me: Oh, really? Is your book about the stuff we learned in GAs?
GA 2: Yeah.
GA 3: My fairy's name is Sarah.
Me: Yes, I remember...
GA 3: Sarah has brown hair like me. She told me that I'm a princess. And she sprinkles me with fairy dust every night so I can fly.
Me: I see.
GA 3: And this is real world! I'm not making this up!
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