humor. found in the little places.

my week via highlight reel:

my baby turned two.  two.  i can hardly believe it.  she'll be opening her time capsule on her 18th birthday, like... tomorrow.

seen on the playground:  a boy in my class walking around with bags on his feet - to aid in maintaining dry socks in wet shoes.  but really it just served to amuse the heck out of me.

heard on the playground:  two boys building in big blocks having an argument over the spelling of fort....
child one:  it's spelled f-a-r-t.
child two:  no it isn't.  f-a-r-t spells fart.  f-o-r-t spells fort.
child one:  you're wrong.  it's f-a-r-t.
child two:  that's fart.  fart.  that spells fart.

seen at dismissal:  a girl in my class with a small, squirmy, furry something in her hand.  when i asked what she had she replied, "it's a furry ball i found."  i distinctly saw legs.  "let me see."  she so smartly tucks the creature into her palm so all that is showing is a puff of light brown fur.  i looked her in the eye and told her i knew what she was holding.  "where did you get the mouse? [hoping] is it a pet?"  no.  she found it in her yard.  she put it in the front pocket of her backpack.  and it's been in our cubby area all day.  her mom was not, too, keen on my suggestion that she bring it home and release it back into its own habitat where she found it.