First grade = heart therapy (aka Sometimes we get TOO much information...)

These are the top five things I had for breakfast…

8:35 a.m.  Jack told me that when he grows up he’s moving to Australia to become an Australian Soldier.  “It only costs FIFTY BUCKS to become a Australian citizen; that’s only 5 ten-dollar bills! I’ll probably get my mom to pay for it, cause my dad will probly be under the ground.  BUT, I have to tell the judge WHY I want to be an Australian citizen.  I’ll probly just tell him I’m sick of America.”

8:40 a.m. Steve came in this morning and announced to the class, “I wanted a 2 HOUR DELAY!  Man.  I’m really mad that we didn’t have a 2 hour delay!”

  

8:41 a.m. Poppy followed close behind and said quickly, “Personally, I prefer the complete delay.” 

8:55 a.m. Dante informed the class that Cupid was currently with Santa at the North Pole.  He’d be coming around on Friday to shoot us all up with love.

9:05 a.m. During our morning math work,  Kelly informed us that she has many kinds of blood. “I have swimming blood, dancing blood, and math blood!   But…I have my mom’s feet.”

9:15 a.m. During morning meeting telling sharing Poppy raised her hand. “My dad is having a hemorrhoid-ectomy today!  He’s bleeding from his butt….”

“STOP!” I shouted.  “Call me crazy, but I’m pretty sure your dad might not want us to know that.  Next.

Clock check?    9:20 a.m.  Five belly laughs in 40 minutes – that’s a record!

(Guys, I'm giving away a THOUSAND dollars here.  Since I can't KEEP IT FOR MYSELF, I'm thrilled one of you can have it....)