Another story straight from the mouths of young kids.
I subbed all last week in PE down at school and on Friday we were using juggling scarves to practice hand-eye coordination, concentration, and expanding our vocabulary with some new words, much like Ralphies dad in The Christmas Story.
After one 4th grade, the kids put all the scarves in a big pile on the floor, along the bleachers and changed shoes and lined up at the door to go back to their class. As they left I was standing at the door, giving them high fives and congratulating them on the new words they learned. (hey, juggling ain't easy!) The last kid left, but someone was missing.............Travis!! I stepped back into the gym and looked around............no Travis.
Now Travis is a cute kid with special needs. Downs Syndrome, but manages just fine on his own........with a little prodding. Good thing his mother works at the school.....she does most of the prodding.
I look again down the gym floor and there is the big pile of scarves...seems like more than we used for class.....and look again. The pile is slowly moving down the floor, and one hand is sticking up through the pile of brightly colored scarves.
I walk slowly down and call out; "Travis. You under there?"
"Yeah, Mr. F. I"m a submarine, and this is my snorkle." He waves his hand.
"It's called a periscope, Travis, not a snorkle."
"No, Mr. F. It's a snorkle. A periscope is what the doctor uses to check your heart with to see if you're alive"
So all of you Navy guys on Submarines....all this time you thought it was a periscope when all along we find out it's a snorkle. Boy are we adults dumb.
Anyone for a Weenie Roast?