Thursday, April 14, 2011
Outside the Box
The other day, as I was happily going about my business of feeding hungry teachers (conference night, PTO, you get the idea), I was grabbed by one of Camden's favorite people in the whole wide world. His kindergarten para. And thank goodness she feels about him just as he feels about her. Because she told me this little tidbit, with a big ol' laugh (instead of concern and a warning):
Camden's first grade class was discussing what jobs people have that require them to wear hats. After several kids' answers of "police man," "builder," and "pilot," Camden chimed in. "Robber!" Yep, that's my boy.
The next day, that boy went to another level entirely. On a paper requiring him to write down people beginning with the letters in the word "think," Camden was most excited about his choices for "T" and "H." Camden's choices: "terrorist" and "Hades." Like I said, that's my boy.
We're waiting for the call from the principal.
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