And exactly WHO diagnoses that particular affliction? (They call me Dr. Frank.)

I was walking down the hall and passed Frank and his class, who were waiting outside the cafeteria for their teacher to arrive to take them back to class.  (I’m convinced she was hiding in the faculty bathrooms, but I can’t prove it.)

Frank grabbed my hand, and shouted, “Mrs. Smythe, Megan has sexia!”    
The roar from the cafeteria is usually enough to drown out any conversations that children from previous years attempt to have with me, but thanks to Frank’s booming voice, he came across loud and clear, kind of.

“What did you say?” I asked.

“You know Megan.  You always tried to tell her that she wasn’t in preschool but in big kid school!  She has sexia!  You know, sexia!”

Ethan, who was standing behind him looked at me and rolled his eyes.  “It’s not sexia.  It’s dyslexia.  Geesh.”

“That’s what I said.”  Frank muttered as he gave Ethan a little shove.

Damn I miss that kid.   (Pretty much.)


Vodka Logic said...

I miss him too.. thanks for the update.

Rene Foran said...

Ahhh Frank! And we totally knew what you meant :)

Mrs. E said...

I don't know...sexia sounds more interesting. Well, maybe not in 1st grade.

noexcuses said...

Love that Frank! I'm so glad you still get to see him!

Just Two Chicks said...

Hahahaha... I hope you've started a book called "The Things Kids Say..." or something similar. I love it!

Gigi said...

You know you are TOTALLY going to have to make friends with all the middle/high school teachers so that you can keep us updated with the Frank-isms when he moves on.

Anonymous said...

It seems that Frank just inherently knows how to turn a word or phrase - What a future he has . . . let's hope we don't thwart his creative mind too severely.
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