It was nearing the end of the year. The children were hot and tired. One boy came up to my desk and said, "It's ok if you don't like my writing today."
I looked down at his paper and saw that he had barely written anything. I said, "Honey, you should never be happy with medeocre."
His eyebrows came together and he asked, "Is that the pudding old people eat?"
Friday, June 8, 2007
That way
At Kindergarten orientation night I noticed one little boy dancing and holding himself. I walked him to the bathroom and explained, "The first one is for girls, but this next one is the boy's bathroom."
He looked up at me and said, "I'm a boy because I have a penis."
I said, "Ok, then go in the boy's room."
He continued on in a confidential manner, "My mom doesn't know why. She said I was just born that way."
He looked up at me and said, "I'm a boy because I have a penis."
I said, "Ok, then go in the boy's room."
He continued on in a confidential manner, "My mom doesn't know why. She said I was just born that way."
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