Friday, April 25, 2008

Classroom Birthday

One of the girls in third grade (not Pixie or Dixie, but a different girl) had her birthday yesterday. I knew it was coming because she told me about ten times Wednesday that Thursday was her birthday. For me, a birthday at the school means one thing: I get a cupcake. And I did. And it was chocolate. So, I was happy.

Anyway, as she was handing them out and everyone was having their "birthday break," I asked her: "How old are you now?" Because I have to be honest, I've been having a hard time pegging the exact ages of these kids. They're in a folder in my mind labeled "amorphously under 13."

"28," she said.

"Really?" I asked, playing along.

"Yeah, I got held back a lot."

"You'd have to have."

"Plus, I'm a midget, so there's that."

Then she broke into a gale of laughter.

I have to say, if I had a daughter, I'd want her to answer the question the exact same way. Stuff like that makes it easier to put up with the other kids--and I had to report five fifth-graders for their misbehavior yesterday. So much for being the cool sub.


Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

That kid is brilliant.

Scarlet W. Blue said...

That's hilarious! Kids. Gotta love 'em.

Bubs said...

Heh. That's great. My girls would have answered like that but they were too polite, and didn't want to act like their father.

Anonymous said...

Ha... that's awesome. :) It's nice when you can have a conversation with these kids every so often.