During last recess today, one of the grade one boys came running out of the room looking for a teacher. "Teacher, Preston was trying to throw a pencil at my eye!"
I walked into the room to a defeated looking Preston. "Preston," I said, "did you try to throw a pencil into Cameron's eye?"
With a sigh, Preston replied, "Ya, but it wasn't very sharp."
You kinda gotta admire the kid's honesty.
Oh, and I was helping a student at her desk today and she was looking at the girl in front of her. "Teacher, how come Samantha's bike rack is always showing?"
It took me a minute to figure out what she was asking. She meant butt crack.
3 comments:
Gina I love your little stories. Thank you for brightening up my midnight shift.
You're welcome! The kids sure brighten up my day. I don't want to leave them!
I love Preston. That was the greatest response ever!
Also I am totally integrating "bike rack" into my vocabulary.
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