Yesterday in Sunday school, my little buddy J says to me...
J: "Teacher, I have groin pain!"
Me: "You have what?"
J: "Groin pain."
I ignore this for a while, until it comes up again later...
J: "Teacher, I can't color cuz I have groin pain!"
I look to see him point at his shin....where his "groin pain" was....yep, you guessed it - he meant GROWING pain!
That makes more sense...that guy is never-ending entertainment.
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I hate growing pains! They were more annoying than painful. I spent today at an elementary school helping out with picture retakes. Fun times.
me: what is your name
1st grader: kayla
me: Kayla?
her: no, kayla
me: (thinking to myself) hmm, I don't see a kayla on the roster... (out loud) Kayla?
her: no, kayla
Eventually I found out her name was Kirra. I also remember hating how grown ups could not understand everything I said - that pesky R
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