During recess today the girls were playing another rousing game of Pretty, Pretty, Princess Ponies. (Last week I discovered I could easily win this game only if the children wore snow boots, I had a two-minute head start and if I insisted the game last three minutes. They don’t call me teacher for nothing.)
Today two of the participants (English as a Second Language children) ran past me in the middle of the game. “Oh! Is this Pretty, Pretty, Princess Puppies??? Are you puppies?” I shouted.
Alenka turned and ran back to me. “No!! No, Mrs. Smythe….Abia is a puppy, I am a HYMAN!”
“A WHAT?” I said.
“A HYMAN. No, a HOOMAN!” she shouted again.
“Alenka, I think you mean human. Are you a HUMAN?”
“Oh, yes. I am a human!” she said as she turned to run away.
Oh sweet Lord in heaven, where has she been hiding all year?