Thursday, September 15, 2011

Out of the Mouth of Babes – Redux

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a cute little post about one of my students. I had high hopes for this quirky little seven-year-old. I thought I was in for some good times and good stories. That was until he pulled out his imaginary shot gun, pumped the barrel, and shot me with it while I read a book to the class.


I love my job. I love my job.
I’m trying to love my job!

12 comments:

  1. My mouth just dropped open!

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  2. @Jill - I know right!?!? My "I'm so amused by you" attitude changed to "don't you mess with me mother effer". At this time, we have an understanding. Only 9 months to go!

    @Mark - ha ha ha

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  3. I did that to a preschool teacher when I was about four. Not as graphically.

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  4. @Vince - and I guess you turned out alright?!?! :) I like this boy so much. He is bright and funny. The hammer has dropped, so to speak, so I think we are moving forward, and I hope to not be imaginary-ly murdered in the future.

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  5. At least it wasn't a machine gun that massacred the entire class as well as you.

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  6. @Jason - Ha! I forgot about that. I remembered he shot you, but I forgot it was a machine gun and the whole class. I blame it on video games! :)

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  7. Seriously?! What is wrong with these kids??

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  8. Do you not read your own stuff. What did Siggy Freud say about the Irish.
    Of course I didn't turn out right. We begin on the right and over time drift left. Totally against the stream.

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  9. @Lacy - we're too busy teaching the test!!

    @Vince - Ha! That's true. Well, you haven't murdered anyone have you?

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  10. Oh my god! That must have been one terrible book!

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