One youngster, as we were in the throes of a riveting worksheet, looked at me a moment and said, "You're hairy." And that was all.
I was wearing an anti-smoking bracelet the other day. One of the girls asked me what it said. "Smart. Sexy. Smokefree." I told her. She replied, amidst her giggling, with, "Sexy's gross."
Rock, paper, scissors is still a popular method of decision making amongst the 6-yr.-olds. Only the girls have changed it to "Rock, paper, BRATZ!" *shudder*
Also popular with the kiddies is that timeless activity of giving yourself an arm-hickey. Right on that soft skin where you're elbow bends. Mostly because that's the only place on you're arm you can really reach with your mouth.
I never thought I'd say this in my career, moment - "Get your hand out of your pants."
Interesting moment of my week. I'm amazed at the perseverance of social stigmas. We were doing a worksheet where they were working on capitalizing titles i.e. Mr., Mrs., etc. They were supposed to match the title with the picture. There was a woman, then a man, then a woman doctor. I'd point to the woman and say, "Is this Mr., Mrs., or Dr.?" They'd say, "Mrs." Then I do the same with the man and almost without exception they'd say Dr. before Mr. - fascinating.