
I was monitoring the hallways of the elementary school I work at. I heard a sweet "hello!" by my feet. I look down, and a fourth-grade girl is serenely swimming "backstroke" down the linoleum hallway, pushing with her hands and feet as if she were in a pool.
My 7 yr old son came to me wearing his kid Snuggie and said, "Mom, I know one thing you can’t do in a Snuggie." "What’s that, son?" "Pee."
I occasionally see an old station wagon on my commute. Lots of kids, big dog in the back – everybody singing at the top of their lungs. Then one day I noticed the baby-on-board sign had something written in black marker. "FLINGS POO" I laughed so hard I had to pull over.
My little brother (10) was acting very crazy one day and my mother asked him if they needed to put him on medication. With a perfectly straight face, he replied, "There’s no medication for being awesome."
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