I visited my son's first grade classroom today to be guest reader.
It went a little something like this.
"You WERE a teacher? What do you do now?" hmmm. I don't know. Sit around and eat bon bons all day?
"I got my yellow belt last night. My mom said it cost 1000 dollars." Note to self . . . that family is in the karate clique. Hope that Ethan never picks a fight with yellow belt boy.
"Why is it so cold?" Because Mother Nature appears to be in menopause this year.
"My mom said no flip flops today." Really? I didn't know that, but I did hear that Starbucks has their Pumpkin Spice Latte up and running, so there's that.
"What's that?" Oh no? What??
"That!" Oh! That! It's a not a tumor !(Thank you Arnold Schwarzenagger.) Wear your sunscreen though. Definitely wear your sunscreen.
Skeletons can't drink. Really? Well neither can your teacher while she is here, although I am pretty sure that if it was me, I would be driven to drink each and every day of the school year.
So, dear Mrs. K of first grade, I salute you my dear lady.
I was toast after 15 minutes, and you do it every day, all day.
You are a saint.