I sit down at the cafeteria table with the fourth graders. This week is my first week of teaching religion with them. They are glad to begin trading between their hot and cold lunches and I am glad for a break from lesson plans and classroom discipline.
I look across to see Andrew, who has not said a word. I watch him silently struggling to open his chocolate milk. Remember how those carton openings can easily disobey?
Finally the buck tooth 10 year-old throws his hands up in the air declaring:
"BLAST this infernal contraption!"
I double over laughing as I reach to help open the carton.
All is right with the world.
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HAHAHAHA.
ReplyDeletenothing like a small child to bring you back to the heart of things.