Beef burritos and illegal immigrants...

Today I asked "I Didn't Kiss Her!" Boy for his homework. His response?
"Can I give you an 89 cent double cheese beef burrito instead?"

HAH.

Oh, and everyone's favorite, FS, was in my room the other day trying to push up his shirt sleeves and having difficulty since he had managed to get them pushed up to his bicep without unbuttoning them...
"Miss Book! Help me! Unbutton this, my arm is all constracted."
me (helping him): "Constracted?"
FS: "Contracted. I'm having a contraction... Oh wait! That's for babies..."


A couple of weeks ago some of us went out to this international festival to see some of the kids perform their African dance and drumming. There were a lot of other performers, so we sat with the kids and watched some traditional dances from other countries, including some Indian dancers. I was sitting next to the history/social studies teacher and, to their credit, the kids were trying to make a connection to what they were learning in her class... "Miss Brett! Are they illegal immigrants???"


Ms Brett's class is also apparently primetime for good quotes from 8th graders.
"I Didn't Kiss Her!" Boy: That's racist!
Lifelong 8th grader: Yeah, why is paper white?! And why are there whiteboards and not blackboards?! Oh wait...there are...

8th grade girl: Is that the bungee clause thingy?
Ms Brett: You mean the elastic clause?

:)