Well, yes I do. The pick-up line one is probably better.
Here goes.
Story #1, which is not even a story, but a picture.
Here’s what I walked in on a few minutes ago. (aka Every Woman’s Dream)
Just in case you can’t tell what he’s reading:
…sigh….
And then he says “hey, when are you gonna make this white chicken chili?”
Moment officially over.
OK, next story.
This one’s from school today. And just as a preface/side note…the kids don’t actually call me Mrs. B. Or Mrs. B****, with those stars standing for a dog in heat, as one of you witty commenters suggested/asked once. They call me by my whole last name, it’s just I put the stars here because I don’t want this blog to be the first thing that pops up when you Google my full name. Got it?? OK, not that that has ANY relevance whatsoever…just felt like sharing.
I shall call this story “World’s Best (Unintentional) Pick-Up Line”.
We’re standing in line in hallway, waiting for our class to finish up using the bathroom. Don’t forget, I teach 4-year olds. One friend…let’s call him John Doe, shall we?…is leaning against the wall, staring pensively towards me.
“Mrs. B****.” It’s a statement moreso than a question.
“yes?”
“Mrs. B****. You eyes are black.”
He pauses, narrowing his gaze into my eyes.
“Black like a shark.”
Insult? Pick-up line? Most Awesome Compliment a Four-Year-Old Boy Could Give??
Who knows. But it made my day.
And for the record, my eyes are hazel. Sorta greenish-brown.
Um, maybe we need to work on our colors.
First!
ReplyDeleteHow funny! I teach first grade and I had a little boy tell me one day,"Mrs.M, you look different...I know you look mean today!" Of course, he says this all with a smile. Then, another little girl comes in the room, tells me I look pretty, and asks if I had my eyebrows done. At this point the little boy yells, "That's what it is Mrs. M! That's why you look mean!" I just had to smile. There is nothing like working with children.
ReplyDeletekeep your eye on that kid...
ReplyDeleteUm, that Grace Abounds comment is really funny too!
ReplyDeleteI was actually just catching up on your blog and wanted to go back to the wear-life of jeans...I have lived here for ALMOST a month again...and I've washed my fave pair once. I might have worn another pair some, like while I painted, otherwise...everyday. This is generally the case. NEVER under two weeks, seriously. Unless I get thrown up on or something. More joys of working with children. (Or spill BBQ sauce on...myself...)