For those of you who worried that I’d fallen ill or gone into the witness protection program, rest easy.
I’ve just been so flippin’ busy that blogging has had to take a back seat.
(Well, okay, I put it in the trunk. Or on the roof rack. Sorry. Something had to give.)
But I couldn’t resist stopping by briefly to relay a school visit snippet.
(And I have faith that someday soon I’ll have a half-hour for a proper update, and twelve hours to read all of yours…)
Monday I visited with a bunch of first graders who were just beaming with enthusiasm, the whole lot of them.
Plus, they all seemed to be missing their two front teeth, which is pretty much my favorite look in the whole entire world.
I was smitten.
But, lest I get too cocky and comfortable in my authorial hat (or pocket vest, as the case may be), Little Guy stepped in:
Me: And your heart is a pocket full of love, sweet love.
My heart is a pocket full of love.
Little Guy: Ma’am? That’s not technically right.
A heart is a pocket full of blood. And blood filters.
Me: Um, uh, right. Technically.
Little Guy: (Silent. Satisfied.)
So. So much for metaphors.
But, y’know, I often talk to my students about how our work has to ring true — to be true — even if it isn’t the least bit factual.
This heart business didn’t ring true for Little Guy? Good for him for speaking up.
Truly.
TadMack says: 🙂
HAHAHAH!
Reminds me of trying to do storytime at my mom’s school, and having some two year old going on and on about deciduous trees when I was reading something about all of the leaves in falling in autumn. I was so tickled I just let him talk. He had his teeth still, but they were the size of Tic Tacs…
Re: TadMack says: 🙂
They are so smart and, um, unpredictable!
When Little Surgeon is in the middle of executing a technically difficult heart operation one day, maybe he’ll think of you and your pocketful of love. (Or maybe after the operation…don’t want the patient to die.) Or better yet, maybe he’ll use the line to propose to his future wife. Or…stop me. I can’t help thinking about these cuties growing up to change the world.
Loving these snippets.
Aw. Little surgeon. Exactly. He’ll learn about the heart being a pocket full of love in his medical ethics and bedside manners class….
Yeah, but can he button his own pants? 🙂
ROFLMAO!
Susan — I literally had to look up your acronym. That’s how out of it I am. And now I am ROFLMAO.
LOL. Too funny.
That reminds me of a visit when I was reading my PB Oliver’s Must-do List. I was holding up the book and telling the story so they could look at the pictures. As in TELLING the story not READING the story.
One kid in the front row kept correcting me as I read.
🙂
Oh, yes. I often am asked, “How come you’re not reading? How do you know the book so well?” Like I’m cheating or something…
Kids are so great. Their honesty has stumped me many a time. Throws me off when it happens during a school visit.
Don, Devas T.