NERDS and biceps

Clase & Familias,

I'm writing to you today amidst the happy din of 5th graders running down the hall towards lunch. I am a Title I teacher at Parma Elementary in the afternoons (I pull kids out to give them extra math and reading help).

My favorite time of the whole day is my first hour at Parma when I help the kindergarteners at lunch. To them, I am the queen of knowing just how to open that crinkly milk carton and the pro at tearing open those greasy ketchup packets. Yum. Besides loving the feeling of being every little person's hero, I adore this time for the HILARIOUS things these kids say!

For example, last Friday, one little friend was eating out of a little box of Nerds. He exclaimed to his buds (with a mouthful of little red and purple pebbles), "Hey GUYS!!! I know why 'dey call 'dem NERDS! Betuz a NERD makes 'em!!!" You can imagine the baby cackles and roars his joke received.

Today, a little petite blonde with huge blue eyes asked me to open her milk. While I'm doing that she says, "Now feel these guns." I say, "Umm, what did you say, Honey?" And I look up to see her little face pinched in concentration as she flexes her little arm. "WOAH," I comment as I feel her "bicep" -- only to then have to go around the table to feel everybody elses "biceps".

I love these kids.