I was called into the Primary a couple of months ago, and teach the kids who are turning eight this year. It's a good age. They're so excited about their baptism. And all of our lessons are from the Book of Mormon, which is interesting for me.
There is one little boy in my class named Joe who really is cute - he's got bright red hair. My first week teaching, he gave the talk in opening exercises. He stood up at the microphone, and was silent for at least a full minute. His mother went up to help him, and with a little prodding he got through it, and did a good job. When he sat down in his chair next to me with the class, I could see that he was shaking. The poor kid was terrified. After a few minutes, he leaned over to me and said, "Will you please tell them that I'm never giving the talk again?"
If only it were that easy.