Well, yes I do. The pick-up line one is probably better.
Story #1, which is not even a story, but a picture.
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.
“Mrs. B****. You eyes are black.”
“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.