Venison.

I have this kid in my class that looks like he fell out of the movie Goonies.

Seriously.

He is, unintentionally and hysterically, hilarious. His biggest flaw is also his biggest strength: he is so very easygoing he's almost lazy. And, as I mentioned, it is absolutely hysterical.

Not a single day goes by when I say, "Bodie, GET TO WORK NOW...PLEASE!" I tell him over and over and over...typically by the third time he starts moving in the general direction of his work. Many times he is the very last child to still be sitting on the rug after everyone else is knee-deep in their work around the room, and he'll say to me, "Okay, I'll work, but Mrs. Overman? I have to tell you something."

This happens nearly every single day. No kidding. He then proceeds to tell me something like, "Trish isn't working" or something similar to what he is also not doing.

So today, this whole shindig happened again...same bat time, same bat channel. "Bodie, get to work," I said. "Okay," he agreed. "But Mrs. Overman? I have to tell you something."

*sigh* "All right, Bodie. What do I need to know now?"

"Well, Mrs. Overman...I don't know if you noticed this, but it smells like deer meat in here."

Oh sweet heavens.

Oh.My.Word.

We had a Walk-A-Thon today. You know the kind--the kids raised money for new playground equipment by getting pledges, then we all walked and walked and walked and walked some more.

A good time was had by all.

We came in and waited with baited breath to hear the winners of the fundraising contest.

All of a sudden, one little guy goes,

"Umm, Mrs. Overman? So when are we going to do the Walk-A-Thon?"

Oh, for pete's sake.

One of my girls smacked me on the rear end today.

The end.

Lakes and Alligators.

I have a new little kiddo from Florida. I asked her today what she liked about Indiana, and she said, "Well, I've never seen snow...and did you know I have my own lake here? It's so fun. I can swim in it every day. And I really like how they cleaned out all the alligators so we can swim."

Thanks for the reminder.

Picture meet-your-teacher night.

Or in the case of this little girl, meet-your-sister's-teacher night.

Here's how it went:

Little girl: Oh, Mrs. Overman! Me and you have the same kind of arms!
Me: Oh really? (thinking, I know EXACTLY where this is going)...you mean hairy?
Little girl: Yeah!

Yes, as you can imagine, her parents were mortified. Little did they know this was not the first time someone under four feet tall had told me I have hairy arms.

*sigh*

Oh, the last day of school.

Here's what I heard today:

"Oh, Mrs. Overman, can't you just tape me to the wall or something? I really just don't want to leave."

Sea Turtle bites make you brave.

So I'm not really MIA in the world of blogging...I'm actually just the opposite: posting like crazy to my classroom blog and writing a book. (check us out: superkiddos)

Oh, and I have a two-year-old, but hey, we're all busy.

Anyway, here's my conversation with a little guy (okay, my fave little guy) yesterday:

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Bode: Are you going to read the other Harry Potters to us when we finish the first one?

Me: Well, we won't have time because school is almost out, but you can have your mom check them out for you. Plus, after the second or third one, they get kind of scary and really are pretty much for grown-ups.

Bode: Why?

Me: Well, they're kind of violent and not really appropriate for all kids.

Bode: Like really violent and scary? Because I've been bitten by a sea turtle before, so I don't get scared easy. It really hurt.

A Love Note.

Little kids writing love notes crack me up.


I found one today.


It said, "BG, when I look at you, you look so handsome and cute."


Of course, we live to tattle, so someone brought it to me and said, "I think this love note is from DT!" 


"I think so too," I said. "Hey, DT! Come here, please."


DT: Yeah?


Me: We found your love note.

DT: That's not mine.

Me: Oh really? Then why does it say "From DT" on the back?


DT: Oh yeah. That's mine.




Seriously? Wow.

Marrying your babysitter.

And so went the conversation amongst a few sweet little seven-year-olds:


BG: My parents are having a date night this weekend.


MH: Oh, really? Aren't they married?


BG: Yeah. 


MH: Then why are they having a date night?

BG: I dunno. But we have to have a babysitter. She's from my mom's work at the YMCA and my four-year-old brother thinks he's gonna marry her, but I think that's gonna be a problem since she's got a boyfriend. Plus, her boyfriend is going to come over too when she babysits us. I don't think that'll go over very well.


Another girl: Ugh! Teenagers!