Little Girl: How do the babies get out?
Me: They're too little to climb the ladder so the grown-ups carry them.
LG: NO! How do they get out of the mommy? (where the heck did this come from?!?!?)
Me: Um, the same way they do today.
LG: But they didn't have hospitals!
Me (light bulb comes on): Oh! Well, the other women in the tribe helped.
LG: Okay.
As I'm opening my Christmas presents from the class:
Me: Yum, fudge, my favorite.
Class: We'll help you eat it!
Me: Nope, I like it and I'm eating it all!
"Darling" Child: You're going to get fat! I don't want a fat teacher!
Me (in my head): Don't hit him, don't hit him.
1 comment:
Even though I've heard these before, it doesn't make them any less hillarious. "Darling Student" is a real gem.
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