I partcipated in or overheard the following conversations today in the classroom:

“Ms. R, how do I make it big? And when I’m famous what am I going to call myself? Michael Jackson is already taken.” - This child practices MJ moves on the playground everyday and can do the moonwalk. I told him when he is famous, he needs to remember who taught him to read. And then give me concert tickets.

“Ms. R, you are skinny. Like this skinny rhombus. Not like me. Skinn-nay.”

A note left on my desk: “Dear Ms. R, you looked super cute today. I hope you look cute again tomorrow. Love, Mr. F.” Secret admirer much?

“OH MY Gah. Did you know that she rolled her eyes at me on the playground? How do you even do that?” Child, I am pretty sure I was rolling my eyes in the womb, at least according to RSan. I guess it doesn’t come naturally to others.

“Psssh girl. He is SO not my type. Puh-lease.” To which I surprised her with my response, ” So what is your type? I didn’t know seven-year-olds had types maam!” She blushed and said, “Well Ms. Rogers, don’t you have a type?” Got me.

A class full of conversationalists.