lessons from school
Sometimes I forget that, for all their bravado and strutting, 5th grade boys are really just kids and don't understand half of what they joke about. I forget this and I say something stupid.
Me: (wrapping up some rant I was having because they were pushing each other in line) ...and you will wait at the end of the line every day until you show me how you should behave! You will be PERFECT! (I was losing it.)
Boy #1: Okay, Miss. We're sorry miss.
Boy #2: Yeah, Miss WJ, we won't do it again.
Boy #3: Sorry. You know, I really love the library.
Boy #1: Yeah! Books are my favorite thing.
Me: Uh-huh. You guys, you've, ah, got a little something brown on the end of your nose.
The boys all reach up and touch their noses, turning to one another with questioning looks. I am realizing that they don't know what the term "brown-nosing" means when one of them turns to me and says...
Boy #1: Hey! We're black! What are you saying?!
Yeah. Ooops.
Me: (wrapping up some rant I was having because they were pushing each other in line) ...and you will wait at the end of the line every day until you show me how you should behave! You will be PERFECT! (I was losing it.)
Boy #1: Okay, Miss. We're sorry miss.
Boy #2: Yeah, Miss WJ, we won't do it again.
Boy #3: Sorry. You know, I really love the library.
Boy #1: Yeah! Books are my favorite thing.
Me: Uh-huh. You guys, you've, ah, got a little something brown on the end of your nose.
The boys all reach up and touch their noses, turning to one another with questioning looks. I am realizing that they don't know what the term "brown-nosing" means when one of them turns to me and says...
Boy #1: Hey! We're black! What are you saying?!
Yeah. Ooops.