At the end, I ask if the kids have any questions of him. Up pipes my resident nonconformist. She's a drama child--the one I have had to remind more than once that it's not "her-time" at this exact moment. So she looks at young Opie Cunningham field rep and says...
"Do you always dress like you're about to rob a fancy bank?"
I plan on curling up in a ball and dying, like to join me?
And then, Babygirl shares something priceless. I give you King of The Jews, Revisited.
She speaks out of a total silence...
Babygirl: "Hey y'all, guess what!?"
Jaded Kid: "What, God's Jewish!?"
Babygirl: "Yeah! Oh...yeah. Y'all
told me that."
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"Up pipes my resident nonconformist. She's a drama child--the one I have had to remind more than once that it's not "her-time" at this exact moment."
You know, I think this is the teacher equivalent of my mom snickering at my children's antics...as payback for mine.
Love,
Drama Child, a.k.a., the Crib Chick (Can that be our band name?)
Can we adapt that to "Me Time For The Drama Child". It sounds better when we shout "Good Night, South Oklahoma City!!!! We Are!!! Me! Time! For! The! Drama Child!!!!"
Perhaps I like this better than any band name we have imagined. Better than Sweaty Tweed Thighs or Narcoleptic Dogs.
Dear me, I have missed you this week. Narcoleptic Dogs just made me realize that.
If you really want, rest of the internets, I can explain this.
Ah demayund an explanAYshun. Ah ayum homesick for mah homelayund. Lay iyut ahn me.
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