Every day when the girls and I get home from school, we have a little ritual we do where I yell at them to hang up their coats and their backpacks, they ignore me for ten minutes, I yell some more, then finally they succumb to the nagging and hang the stuff up. Once that's done, they empty out their backpacks and make a pile for me on the kitchen table with all the papers they brought home.
Well, I found this little gem in Zoe Bug's pile, and it was so dang cute that I just had to record it on my blog so that I could have it forever and ever. It's a picture of a little girl holding a tissue up to her nose and here's what it says:
Little Molly Peters
Stuck her finger up her nose.
She pulled it out, examined it,
And wiped it on her clothes.
Now Molly is a lovely girl,
That is not really the issue.
But she will have no friends until
She learns to use a tissue.
How cute is that? Wait, it gets better. Stinkerbell delivered the punch line when she said "I don't wipe mine on my clothes. I eat them."
And that, my friends, is just one more reason I am thankful to be teaching sixth graders instead of first graders. I mean, I looooooooooove first graders, but they do eat their boogers. It's a fact.
And there are much, much better things to eat than boogers. I wouldn't even waste one calorie on a booger. Well, I did when I was in first grade, but I don't do that any more.
I eat much differently these days. I might even have mentioned this before, but I know how to throw me down some food.
That's right. On Thanksgiving, I made myself miserable, I ate so much. It was so bad that I couldn't even lie down because I was getting a pain in my left collar bone, which I'm pretty sure was my body trying to eject a lung to make some room for my overindulged meal. It was awful.
But that's not my point. My point is that I have a lot to be thankful for. Even though a booger eater lives in my house.