Since my wife radiates competence, she attracts callings like a magnet. Within the first few weeks she had four different assignments — even though she was coping with morning sickness.
I'm not sure what I radiate, but let's just say my name was still in the "unassigned" category on the bishop's organizational chart.
The Primary presidency came to my wife and asked her to fill in "for a while" with a problem class — the 9-year-olds.
And by "problem," they meant, specifically, that the last four teachers had quit within a week or two. There were some wild boys that simply could not be controlled.
I overheard the unfamiliar sound of my wife turning down a church calling — but I knew she was right. She simply didn't have enough non-sick hours in the day to add yet another assignment.
So I came into the room and volunteered.