(Whoa, that title seems pedophile-icious, sorry about that.)
What I mean to say, is that I love being a teacher because every day brings a new insight into the mind of a child. (I probably don't need too much insight into the minds of children, because my own mind basically functions like that of a thirteen year old boy, but that's a story for another day, I guess.)
Last week, I had a great "kid moment." I have a new room, and the kids are really excited to play all the games that we haven't been able to play all year. One of the most favorite activities is a game called freeze dance: turn on the music - dance, turn the music off - freeze. In my first grade class, the kids always ask, "Can we play freeze dance?" and I usually say, "We may if we have time at the end," which basically translates into, "It's not in my plans for today, so probably not."
So, like every day, someone asked, and I said my usual answer. The unusual part about this time was that one of the little boys raised his hand and said, "I really can't do my
funniest freeze dance today. See, my leg really hurts and I use that leg for my
funniest freeze dance." He was dead serious, like I would be really worried if I saw him dancing and he wasn't being uber-funny.
So I was serious right back, "Oh, I see," I said. "That's OK, So you can't do your funniest dance because your leg hurts so you'll only be
medium funny for today."
"Yeah, I can only be a medium funny dancer today," he agreed.
So, funny and so darn cute!