Booty Call

All of the faculty and staff employed at my school - and I'm assuming pretty much everywhere in the district - wear a lanyard.  They are adorned with ID tags, keys, timers, whistles, and various other educationally facilitating accouterments. Mine only had a whistle - until Tuesday.  I got my first key.  It's like a right of passage.  Oddly enough it's a key to the kitchen - perhaps the most important key of them all.  I now hold the power for after-school tutoring snacks around my neck.  It's kind of an awesome feeling.

There's a young third grader who came to school with his shirt buttoned up all the way to the top.  After school I said to him, "We need to have a chat..." then proceeded to explain the coolness of unbuttoning that top button.  Mine was undone and he said, "But I can see your booty." 

Also, according to the first grade, making out is when you kiss and you take your clothes off.

A friend of mine came to visit this weekend and he came to school with me.  This was an entertaining experience.  Within about 5 minutes of doing recess duty he had a posse of third grade girls.  They would attatch themselves to him and start calling me a hater - with his encouragement.  Everyone also thought we were brothers.  It was weird.