Friday, August 29, 2008
Remember, my kids are seven.
"Mrs. Overman, my parents borrowed my entire life savings to pay a bill! A whole plastic egg filled with my money...my whole life savings!"
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
"B says he has a cat but won't tell me the name because its name has a bad word in it."
Shortly after that M came to me and said, "Mrs. Overman, this picture looks like my dog, Buttmunch."
Some days noise bothers Little J, but it's rather unpredictable if it will or not.
Apparently today it did because he turned to me and said, "I think when I have kids they'll just drive me crazy."
Me: I had dinner with my two favorite teachers at Applebee's.
M: Oh yeah. I threw up Applebee's before. Mini-cheeseburgers.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
And this is why.
Today I did my usual conferring with kids. I am trying to get around to my newbies first (the ones I didn't have last year) in order to know them a little better and give them the extra little ummph they need in writing. "A" was first on my list to meet with today.
A is as young as she is quiet in comparison to the rest of my kiddos. I said, "Would you read your story to me or would you like me to read it myself?"
"I'll read it to you. 'My mom, my dad, and my brother. I love my family. My mom cleans. My brother likes video games. My dad is a lazy bum.'"
Me: E, will you tell me about your fish?
E: Oh yeah. This is my fish. My uncle gave him to me and I was going to feed him to my cat. But then I realized he wasn't dead. So I just put him in a bowl and started feeding him. Sometimes the food falls all the way to the bottom of the bowl, though.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
- "I went swimming in the lake."
- "I played with my sister."
- "We went camping."
Then G shared, "I was helping my sister build a treehouse and look at my thumb!" [holds up thumb with a seriously nasty blood blister] "Then look what happened!" [holds up finger with a big scrape]
"G, what happened there?"
He replied, "Well, after we worked on the treehouse, we rode bikes. I rode right into the satellite dish."
Seriously...who does that?!
Saturday, August 9, 2008
My friend Ruth has a friend whose daughter we'll call "A". She's four and apparently has spent LOTS of time praying (as do most little girls) for a pony. Her parents decided not to tell her she wasn't going to get a pony, but instead just let her pray what she wanted.
After MANY days and nights of praying for the pony, the family awoke to find a pony in front of their house. Of course, A wasn't surprised; she had been expecting it!
The parents desperately tried to find the pony's owner...no luck.
Lucky they live in the country....