Thursday, January 06, 2011


Miss Z has some competition in the acting department.

I watched Miss T and a friend walk across the blacktop towards me, about the length of 2-3 basketball courts. Miss T announced, "I need to go to the office because I just fell and sprained my ankle."

But she had managed to walk the aforementioned length without a trace of a limp. So I told her I didn't think it was sprained, since she wasn't having any trouble walking on it. But I called the office anyway.

As I finished my conversation, I noticed Miss T auditioning various limps for her friend, until finally she settled on a painful looking foot drag with the presumably injured foot twisted as far as it would go to the side.

I called her on it.

However, Miss Z is still on a roll this week. After several reprimands in the cafeteria for yelling in people's ears and general rowdy misbehavior, she let loose with this statement: "Girls are supposed to kill boys." (She has two older brothers.) All the boys at the table were terrified. Don't worry, we tattled on her to her teacher.


Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

Heh. She sounds like a pistol.

Jen on the Edge said...

I'd be a little scared myself.