Most recent Eric-isms
[Absolutely randomly with no provocation.] "I'm a rich kid!"
[After trudging in wet from a short downpour that he had to walk in because he missed the bus and hearing me remark in passing, "You look like a drowned rat."] "I think I am a drowned rat." (Amazing that he can pick it up so quickly! He didn't even ask me to repeat myself before putting it straight into use. Repeatedly.)
[After learning that there's an age restriction on voting] "I'm 100 years old! I can vote!"
[After being satisfied with the definition of 'platypus' thanks to Google images and having learned the definition of "symbol" the day before]
Eric: You can't look up freedom on Google.
Me: No, you can't. Freedom is not something you can see or smell or touch.
Eric: (With that unmistakable lightbulb-on expression) But there's a symbol for it!
[Discussing our favorite time of year]
Bill: I don't like September, because in it someone died.
Eric: (looking up with sudden clarity from what was obviously a daydream with absolute horror written on his face) Thompson DIED?!?
(A little background: Thompson is our Senior Teacher, who Eric absolutely IDOLIZES. He's the one that Eric always "hangs out with" during break.)
[After Eric complained about being tired all day.]
Me: Eric, you have to promise me that you'll get some sleep tonight. Sleep is very important. Okay?
Eric: Ms. Walton [this in and of itself is an absolute rarity - he always just calls me "Walton"], the problem is that when I try to go to sleep, my eyes glow like gold.
... at this point I am just speechless. What does that mean, exactly? And what kid ever says anything like that??
[As a complete non sequitor while discussing where to put God - or not put God - on our timeline of the dinosaurs, humans, the Native Americans, and the Pilgrims] "One year I saw Santa Claus sneak down into my house. But that Santa Claus was false. Do you know why? Because that Santa Claus was ... [pause here for dramatic effect] ... my dad."
[Upon learning that "stupid" is an adjective and "idiot" is a noun and being asked to use them in a sentence, fortunately directed at no one in particular] "I called you stupid, you idiot!"
Between moments of total hilarity and profundity far beyond his years, that kid just makes my DAY.
[After trudging in wet from a short downpour that he had to walk in because he missed the bus and hearing me remark in passing, "You look like a drowned rat."] "I think I am a drowned rat." (Amazing that he can pick it up so quickly! He didn't even ask me to repeat myself before putting it straight into use. Repeatedly.)
[After learning that there's an age restriction on voting] "I'm 100 years old! I can vote!"
[After being satisfied with the definition of 'platypus' thanks to Google images and having learned the definition of "symbol" the day before]
Eric: You can't look up freedom on Google.
Me: No, you can't. Freedom is not something you can see or smell or touch.
Eric: (With that unmistakable lightbulb-on expression) But there's a symbol for it!
[Discussing our favorite time of year]
Bill: I don't like September, because in it someone died.
Eric: (looking up with sudden clarity from what was obviously a daydream with absolute horror written on his face) Thompson DIED?!?
(A little background: Thompson is our Senior Teacher, who Eric absolutely IDOLIZES. He's the one that Eric always "hangs out with" during break.)
[After Eric complained about being tired all day.]
Me: Eric, you have to promise me that you'll get some sleep tonight. Sleep is very important. Okay?
Eric: Ms. Walton [this in and of itself is an absolute rarity - he always just calls me "Walton"], the problem is that when I try to go to sleep, my eyes glow like gold.
... at this point I am just speechless. What does that mean, exactly? And what kid ever says anything like that??
[As a complete non sequitor while discussing where to put God - or not put God - on our timeline of the dinosaurs, humans, the Native Americans, and the Pilgrims] "One year I saw Santa Claus sneak down into my house. But that Santa Claus was false. Do you know why? Because that Santa Claus was ... [pause here for dramatic effect] ... my dad."
[Upon learning that "stupid" is an adjective and "idiot" is a noun and being asked to use them in a sentence, fortunately directed at no one in particular] "I called you stupid, you idiot!"
Between moments of total hilarity and profundity far beyond his years, that kid just makes my DAY.