My hilarious kindergarten student has done it again.
She was playing during snacktime, prancing around and trying to look formidable. Then she called out to me, “Teacher, I am a pirate!”
I said, “Really? You're a pirate? What letter is for pirate?”
She planted her feet firmly on the floor, stood staunchly with her fists on her hips, puffed out her chest, and bellowed with the grim face of a conqueror:
“HA! HA! HA! P is for pirate!”
It's been two weeks, and I'm still cracking up about it.
She was playing during snacktime, prancing around and trying to look formidable. Then she called out to me, “Teacher, I am a pirate!”
I said, “Really? You're a pirate? What letter is for pirate?”
She planted her feet firmly on the floor, stood staunchly with her fists on her hips, puffed out her chest, and bellowed with the grim face of a conqueror:
“HA! HA! HA! P is for pirate!”
It's been two weeks, and I'm still cracking up about it.
