Yesterday, I dropped by the cafeteria to talk with C, our great Afterschool program director. She was, as usual, hanging out with kids--in this case, a smart & savvy 5th grader.
C Jack*, why are you sniffing that bowl?
Jack* It smells like chicken broth.
C It is.
Jack* That would be why it smells that way, then.
C You're very alert for 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Jack.
Jack What's 'alert'?
Me It's a good thing. It means you're awake and aware of what's going on around you.
Jack* Oh. Why didn't you just say that?
Me Wait, don't you like new words?
C (chuckling) Yesterday, I called him a cantankerous cuss.
Jack* That was because I didn't want to do one single thing that anyone else wanted to do.
Me Hmm. Yep, that sounds pretty curmudgeonly to me!
Jack* (yanking on his hair and laughing) You guys! Wouldja stop calling me words that I have to go look up in the dictionary?? (...followed by laughter all around...)
*Jack, of course, is not this good-natured kid's real name. ....and he's not, actually, a curmudgeonly, cantanerous cuss--he's a great kid. :-)
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