He didn't mean it, really
One of the many reasons I love my job:
Our elementary guidance counselor has a rug with smiley people faces on her floor. Pretty standard fare for a building like this, general cheery stuff to make it less clinical looking. Some of our kindergartners went in, instructed to sit down on to the carpet. I was waiting for the knee-high procession to quit the hallway, and I heard from the other side of the wall, through the door, in that I-have-no-idea-what-I-am-saying-because-I-am-5-and-excited-about-everything voice, "I'm sitting on a girl's face!"
My thought? "Just wait till college, kid, and I'll bet you say that again."
Our elementary guidance counselor has a rug with smiley people faces on her floor. Pretty standard fare for a building like this, general cheery stuff to make it less clinical looking. Some of our kindergartners went in, instructed to sit down on to the carpet. I was waiting for the knee-high procession to quit the hallway, and I heard from the other side of the wall, through the door, in that I-have-no-idea-what-I-am-saying-because-I-am-5-and-excited-about-everything voice, "I'm sitting on a girl's face!"
My thought? "Just wait till college, kid, and I'll bet you say that again."