The morning after two snow days is always full of animated discussions.
I was talking to a precocious boy in our class named Luke, who has been a bit neglected here this year. Until today.
“I could hardly get up my driveway yesterday after all that ice!" I was telling my paraprofessional. "It reminded me of when I was stuck in Washington, DC last year!”
I heard a voice at my elbow. It was Luke.
“Hey! I used to live in Washington, DC!”
“Luke, I remember your mom telling me you were born here! Were you maybe in your mommy’s belly when you lived there?”
“Naw,” he said, shaking his head, “I was just a sperm them. A very slow sperm going towards the egg.”
And that is how you go from snow to sperm in 9.3 seconds.
Let’s see Jimmy Johnson do THAT.