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.