If you need a smile...

I have had some colorful characters in my classes over the years. Kids do not have a filter and they say what they think. 

Marco was a new student, a four year old little boy whose dad was transferred from Quatemala to our town. We were reading an Easter book, What Will Baby Bunny Be? We were talking about occupations and community helpers.

Little Marco volunteered, "My daddy is  a doctor; he's the head shrink at the nut house on Arsenal Street. " (The State Mental Hospital in our town)
Can you imagine the other things that boy heard at home?

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Little Tommy shared at show and tell, "My mommy's water pipe broke."
"Where?"
"In the kitchen."
"Then what?"
"Water was all over the floor."
"Then what?"
"Baby Gus slid right out of Mommy's water pipe. I said, 'Mommy-Mommy-Mommy' and she said, 'Tommy-Tommy-Tommy, dial 911.' "
                                                            
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Four year old girl: "I can't clean up today."
"Why?"
"I have diarrhea in my hands."
I ran to her expecting the worst.
"I meant diarrhitis like my Maw-Maw gets in her hands." (arthritis)

It is Spring break! I will be taking a break from children and also from blogging next week.

All I am saying is I have painted my toe nails.