We had been talking about recycling and what not and so I thought it would be a fun activity to recycle and make stuff.
Towards the end of the class as we are cleaning up, I hear the kids getting really loud. "[insert student's name here] YOU CAINT DO THAT!"
So I go over and ask what is going on.
"[insert student's name here] is putting jingle bells in his ears!"
"I just wanted to know what it would sound like."
I can honestly say I have never been so exasperated in my life, "How old are you?!" I hear myself asking. Then I stand shocked, for that is the line my mother uses.
The kids gives me a grin of impishness that would put any little forest imp to shame, "Five."
"Would I let a five year old do this project?!" I ask still in shock.
"No ma'am. i am thirteen."
"Thirteen year olds DO NOT put jingle bells in their ears." I cannot believe I have had to FORM that sentence.
This is the students who tells me:
"There is a tack in my chair! IT IS TRYING TO 'SASINATE ME!"
I lost it at that one.