playing teacher.

I have two students this week, a seven-year-old girl and an eight-year-old boy, who are hilarious. The girl, Emma, calls me "the lady" (even though she knows my name) and kept telling John not to yell so much in the gym when the kids were playing dodgeball. The boy, Kyle, told me at lunch yesterday that he didn't taste good because a jaquar smelled him and ran away, that he only bathes on Sundays and missed this week, and that he likes to be dirty.

There's another little girl here, who isn't in my class, whose name we don't know how to pronounce. When you ask her what her name is, she says "Jingle Bell." So we're calling her Jingle Bell.