April 29, 2013

I was helping a second grade girl out of the car today and her younger brother (I think he's about 2 or 3) struck up a conversation with me...

Boy: You da one they have that speaks a language.
Me: Yes, I speak Spanish.

And then a kindergarten boy got out of his car...

Me: Good morning, L.
L: I split a watermelon. I didn't mean to. But the inside of the watermelon has a crack.
Me: Well, I guess you don't know your own strength.

I think for one first grade boy, my name keeps evolving. He's always called me Miss Señorita Black...

Boy: Mysterita Black!