I love my job.
So today a couple of my first graders were deep in conversation. We'll call them F and S since I can't use their whole names.
F: "You know, I know all my languages."
S: "What do you mean?"
F: "Like German; I can speak German, French, Spanish, and Amish like how your grandma is Amish."
By this point I was thinking, S is way too smart to continue in this conversation because her family descends from the Amish, so she knows there's no official Amish language.
S: "Okay, so speak something in Amish."
F: "Okay. Buggies, horses, barns."
But this isn't the end of this great story!
S comes to me to tattle that "F says he knows how to speak Amish, but really doesn't. I know how to speak it because of my grandma."
It was all I could do to not crack up...my eyes were practically brimming with tears from the pressure.