There is a little girl in my kindergarten class, Connie, who regularly comes to the teachers' room first thing in the morning. She is cute as a button, and very smart, but she's also six, so her understanding of what I'm saying is fairly limited. This is a typical morning conversation with Connie:
"Good morning, Scott Teacher!"
"C'mon Teacher! C'mon!"
"Teacher's tired. Go away."
"Teacher has hangover?"
"You've been talking to Dave Teacher, haven't you? No, just tired. Teacher works at illegal private lessons all weekend, 'cause I have a huge whopping student loan to pay off. Just let me just- rest- for a moment"
"-Okay, okay, I'm coming. Can you carry my basket for me? Thanks. Okay, Connie, let's go ruin your childhood."
"-Oh, wait a minute, I forgot my coffee mug."
"Teacher likes coffee!"
"Yes, Teacher likes coffee. Teacher needs coffee to deal with Jason and Randy this early in the morning."
"Randy's bad boy!"
"You said it, Connie. What's today: Tuesday, Thursday, Friday?"
"That's right. Do you like Monday?"
"You have way too much enthusiasm, Connie. Teacher doesn't like Monday. Teacher hates Monday. When you're older, you'll understand."
"Nevermind. Run on to class, Connie. No, walk- okay, skipping is fine. Skipping is good, just don't swing the basket..."
"It's okay- don't worry about it. Teacher will help you clean it up."
"You know, you're my favourite student, Connie."
"Yes, just don't tell the other kids, okay. Secret?"
"Right. Now let's go see- Randy! Get off the table! Jason- WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS?!"