1. They're honest. Really honest. Yesterday one of my boys saw my school portrait and said, "Wow, Miss Djerf, you look like you were really sweating in that picture!"
2. They sort of speak their own language. This week, a different boy wrote that he wants to be a "rocking scientist" when he grows up. A smile-inducing phrase if I ever heard one.
3. If they are concerned about you, they will pray for you until you tell them to stop. (This tendency once resulted in a boy praying for his mom's canker sore for several weeks, until I suggested he check up on her progress. He came back the next day, rejoicing: "It's healed!") I've been touched by their prayers for my new niece, who came for a brief visit a few weeks back. They usually pray things like, "God, let her follow Your ways and just be a great woman when she grows up," but occasionally they get more specific: "Lord, please bless baby Isabelle and let her marry my baby brother Isaac when they grow up."