Wednesday, May 08, 2013

I Stand Corrected

We could hear the music pouring from the gym as we walked down the hallway.  But the time my second graders were lined up outside the gym waiting for the previous class to finish, they were all be-bopping along with the music.  All, that is, but my line leader.  He just stood with his arms crossed.  To the delight of his peers behind him, I gently took hold of his arms and made him wave and jive to the rhythm of the music.  

Without so much as a smirk, he calmly looked me in the eye, and said, "Mrs. K, my arms are not play things."

Sometimes, it is all I can do not to laugh at the things the eight year olds say.

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