A little humor to make your Monday.
Last Friday I was substituting at school here and just before the morning bell rang this little 3rd grade girl comes up to me. Now she's cute as a button, bright red hair, and a personality that is absolutely beyond her years.
"Mr. F, how old are you?"
"uh, why, McKenna?"
"'Cause you got all that gray hair. You gotta be at least 80. How did you get that gray hair, anyway?"
"I'm actually 16, McKenna, and I got this gray hair from kids like you."
"Yeah right. I'll bet your' wife knows how old you are. I'm going down to ask her."
At this point she grabs me by the back of my jacket and hauls me down the steps to the Administration building. Hey...who's in charge here?
We walk into the main office and McKenna announces, "I'm here to see Mrs. F. Her husband is feeding me full of it."
I'm about cracking up, one of the secretaries busts a gut laughing, and McKenna hauls me into Donna's office.
"Mrs. F., your husband (pointing at me) says he's only 16 and that he got his gray hair from kids like me. I don't believe him."
Mrs. F chirps in her two cents. "Well, he's actually 13 but acts like he's 8 or 9 most of the time. And the gray hair.....I think he got that from the number of times I've whapped him on the head for being a dufuss."
Satisfied, McKenna puts her hands on her hips, gets this evil look on her face, and announces loudly, "see, you're full of it, Mr. F." and walks out to her classroom.
I'm standing there in the office and everyone is looking at me.
"Ha" I say. "I've got her class in 15 minutes for PE and guess who's going to be running some laps?"
Com'on McKenna, Make my day!
Anyone for a Weenie Roast?