I tried to finish the "lesson" but I really couldn't. My arm covered my face which covered my laughter...which covered the fact that I was choking. A felt puppet in my hand suddenly became speechless.

"Who remembers our story from last week?" I asked the room of rambunctious three year olds. Ten hands shot into the air.

"I do! I do!" They cried.

"Great! Now who remembers what Mary and Joseph did?" (They went to Bethlehem in the story the week before).

"I remember what Mary did!" Shouted Diego, a raspy-voiced, tow-headed boy with full cheeks and the most unabashed personality.

"Oh good, Diego--"

"MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB!!" He was standing with his arms straight in the air as he shouted this.

Yeees, Diego, yes she did buut...hmmm..

"What else did she have?" I asked the class, trying reign in my giggles. Their faces were dumbfounded after the lamb was not completely correct. Silence.

"Ok well in one story Mary has a lamb. And then in this other story, she also had a baby boy....and he--"

"MARY HAD A LITTLE MAN!" Diego yelled again.

Yes, Diego. Mary had a little lamb. And a little man.