They'd argued all day. I was tired of settling it, and was the motor mouth really complaining about the noisemaker; neither was sitting where they belonged. "I don't know what to do with you two, " I snapped. "I think I'll just tie you together!"
A---- looked up. "Miss Wells, you sound just like a therapist."
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E---, now in 4th grade, walked up to me at a baseball game. "Hi, Miss Wells!" We chat. She says, "I still remember when you were my teacher in 2nd grade."
(Awwww.... how sweet! I made an impact on her life.)
"Yeah, I remember when you got all excited and you wrote on the white board with a permanent marker."
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"Miss Wells! M---- told the sub you were fatter than she was."
(I think that's better than telling the sub she's fatter than I.)
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I'd just fixed green chile enchiladas and the sauce was perfect. There wasn't quite enough of it to make the tortillas and meat juicy, but the sauce was perfect. I set it on the table. T--- made a face. "Rebecca, I think you've done better than that."
2 comments:
What joy children bring! You brought a HUGE smile to my face!
Much love!
Rebecca :)
Roflol! The things children say. Since you sound like a therapist I guess the social worker who used to live with you rubbed off on you a little bit. :O)
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