Annie read it to us in her super sweet voice and I hear, "Psssh...no he's not!"
I (of course) said, "No he's not what?" since I had just been talking about "grown up talk" again the day before.
Flashback to earlier this week. Same kid as above. He hugged me at least 73 times. Everyone cracked up when he did.
Me: KID! STOP HUGGING ME SO MUCH!
Kid's friend: He liiiiiiiikes you!
Me: Of course he likes me! I'm his teacher!
Kid's friend: No, he thinks you're pretty!
Me: Of course I'm pretty! All teachers are pretty!
Them: speechlessMe: Let's be appropriate. (wah wah waaaah wah wah)
Back to today.
I was hoping he'd just drop it and that nobody had heard.
Him: He's not hot.
Me: How do you know? Do you have a thermometer to take his temperature?
Ms. G (our VE teacher): There's only one kind of hot. (Don't worry, I'll show her how dictionary.com has 27 definitions.)
Them: Not that kind of hot!
Ms. G: Well, there's only one kind, so I don't know what you're talking about.
Stella: YOU KNOW! Like when a boy thinks a girl is HOT!
Me: (shaking my head) Okay! Let's answer this question!
They can't POSSIBLY mean this:
They just can't! They're 8 years old! That confirms it though, I'm not having kids. I can't handle it.
Pretty soon, we'll have to start Human Growth and Development in Kindergarten! Sheesh!
Have a great weekend. I hope it's not too "hot" for you!