What Did You Say?!

For your reading enjoyment: the second installment of Kids Say the Darndest Things.

1.       My first graders during Sunday School:

Kid 1: “Why are all the teachers girls?”

Kid 2: “Because girls like little kids more than boys do!”

2.     Sunday School:

Kid 1: “Can I eat the play dough?”

Me: “Well, if you eat it, we won’t have any for next week.”

Kid 2: “It doesn’t taste very good, anyways—it’s too salty.” (The wise voice of experience speaking!)

3.      A Grade 5 kid to the Grade 3 teacher: “Today we actually used what you taught us in Grade 3!” (I didn’t hear what the teacher said back—I was laughing too hard.)

4.       I complimented of the Grade 2 girls on her creative use of hair clips (read: many, many hair clips, all over her head), to which she replied, “Thanks. This is my frog. (She holds it up and wiggles it around a bit.) He’s dead. I think I ran around with him too much.”

5.      A Grade 4 girl to some of her friends: “Sorry I took so long—I just had to chase some boys.”

6.      Two Grade 2 girls come into the office, where I am in a meeting:

Kid 1: “My friend fell down and broke her back!”

Teacher: “She hurt her back?”

Kid 1: “Yes, it’s broken!”

Teacher: “Well, I’m sure it hurts, but I don’t think it’s broken. How about I get you a magic ice pack? That will help.”

The second girl (who “broke” her back) went on to try to be allowed to lay down in the sick room, but the teacher convinced her to go back to class and lean on the ice pack, promising that she could come back in 15 minutes if her back still hurt…apparently those magic ice packs really work, because she didn’t come back! J

7.      I’ve been helping out with the Grade 5 class as needed and as my schedule allows, so last week I recorded their speeches about Russia (so the kids could watch themselves and see how they need to improve). One of the boys’ speeches was about nuclear weapons: “Children were taught to crouch under their desks with their hands on their heads in case of a nuclear bomb. But that wouldn’t really help, because—kaboom! You’re done.” 

What my one, sweet girl made with her play dough after
we finished the Sunday School lesson a couple weeks ago.