I opened a car door to find a fourth grade boy laying down in the backseat...
Me: Why are you laying down?
Boy: I was trying to be a mystery person.
I overheard a third grade boy say this in the hallway...
Boy: I have to wash my beautiful hands.
This was said by a student (I believe a kindergartener or first grader) a few days ago...
Boy: When do adults grow eyes in the back of their heads?
Me: Well, we don't actually have eyes in the back of our heads.
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