Last Sunday I had the privilege of taking both the children to sacrament all by myself. Let's just say I would like to never repeat that blessed experience. While I was trying to detain Ben from crawling away, Steven began rifling through my diaper bag. In doing this he made a discovery that he wanted to share with all. Holding one of my feminine pads high in the air he announced, "Mommy's diaper!" Embarrassing.
One fine school day morning we were practicing our spelling words and my students were working their hardest to distract me from this task. One of them randomly asked me if Steven has ever thrown things at Ben. I said, "Yes. Unfortunately he has chucked things at Ben." The student gave me a funny look and asked what "chuck" means. I took my water bottle and chucked it at the table to explain, after all, they always say visuals are the best way to teach English Language Learners. However, I had not put my lid on tightly (if you talk to Tyler he will confirm that I NEVER do) and the force of my chuck caused the water to explode. Needless to say, the unlucky student in front of that explosion got quite wet. My bad...
2 comments:
such a good example, you are, mrs hatch. so were the kids traumatized (especially the wet one) or did they think it was the greatest thing ever?
It seems the kid has seen one too many "lazy guys" in his young life to give an accurate depiction of one. Aren't you going to miss these daily laughs at school?
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