Monday, December 10, 2012

Kid Stuff

One five-year-old little boy, in the course of one unforgettable day in kindergarten, asked or told me the following:

Where’s [the regular teacher] Mrs. B?
I like baseball because you get really cool trophies.
What’s your first name?
I just don’t like reading.
Mr. Jerry, when’s recess?
I’m talented at climbing.
• How old are you?
W” is for whale” or what’s happenin’”
My pants are falling down.
What’s the name of your elf?
I love to write art. I’m a great artist.
You can’t have all that paper [to his classmates]. You’re wasting trees.
I didn’t wear a coat today because when I got up, the sky was white.
Guess what? My dad bites his nails. I bite my nails, too.

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