Going Swimming

You think you've got the last say in the situations but these kids definitely know how to turn that around.

      Second hour into a what was supposed to be relaxing Friday workday.

      "J! Mickey's locked himself in the washroom and is playing with water." I hear from the playroom.

      We go to investigate. Mickey has indeed locked himself in the bathroom and the water is, indeed, running nonstop.

      Not only that but Mickey's somehow managed to jam the lock so it's unable to be unlocked from outside anymore.

      All we can literally do is knock on the door and say "Mickey! Open the door!"

      Thankfully and finally, he does.

      Washroom is flooded with an inch of water.

      Mickey is soaked, head to toe.

      A pile of paper towels is plugging up the sink.

      We spend the next forty-five minutes moping up the mess.

We find out later that Mickey had wanted to go swimming that morning but was told he wasn't going swimming that day. Obviously, he thought he would remedy that situation.

Random Things My Students Say

Once in a while the gibberish that comes out of my students' mouths end up being pretty amusing.

From my nine year old, Heels.

      "Arm hair. Arm hair. It's growing!" whilst pulling down her shirt and tugging at her underarm hair.

      "Fat Tummy!" whilst squeezing her belly.

      "Keg!" whilst greeting her mom. And when mom responds with no, I'm not the keg "Dad's the keg!"

      "Tomato poo poo" whilst picking out the seeds from her tomato.

From Little M.

      "Mr. Who is beautiful. He's my friend. I love him."

      "HEY! WHAT YOU DOING?!" yelled to a random stranger whilst walking across the parking lot.

      "Al is not a boy. Al is a MAN!" said about a coworker whilst talking about classmates and genders.

Because He Loves Me

A kid coughed in my mouth today. Like I needed to get more sick.

Second last hour to the day. Sitting at a kid's table with two of my students, ages 5 and 6. They're colouring, my head is down whilst writing. Six year old, Mr. Who, leans over into my face.

"Just a minute, let me finish this fir--"

Mr. Who: KAHEH!

"Why did you just cough right into my MOUTH?!"

Little M: "I think he loves you, that's why he do that."

". . . ."

Mr. Who: :D

Not Quite the Name I'm Looking For

I called my student by the name of my cat today.

"Say A. Saaaay Aaaaaaay."

. . .

"Come on darling, say Aaaaaaay."

"behbehbeh"

"Almost! Try again. Say Aaaaaay."

. . .

"Come on Hamlet.
--- wtf did I just call him?
"Oh. No, no...you are not a cat."
--- shit!

"behbehbeh"