So first - I give you camera (and camera phone) randomness...
What a goober. And just LOOK at Thomas. See! He stares at Jason in an adoring manner too. Ok not really - he's probably plotting to lay and shed all over his 500 thread count comforter and then pee on it. - Nah actually - Thomas is just thinking "This shiz is hockO sticks. WHY does everyone keep taking pictures of me?!? And look at this
and what?!? Did I capture the all-elusive-picture-phobe Nick? I think I did. amazing.

I mean this pic doesn't even begin to do the 2 sizes too small vest justice. Not. Even. Close. First of all - I talked him in to trying it on in the middle of the store. Second- it was all "fat boy in a little coat". I don't think I've EVER laughed that hard in a public place -not even caring that Jason was mortified (probably b/c it was all he could do to get the vest OFF since I was no help - Hey! Laughter can be debilitating) and everyone was staring at us trying to figure out why I was gasping-for-air-rolling-on-the-floor-dying-of-laughter-in-the-middle-of-the-store. Good Times I tell you. Good times.
Irony=the borrowed Left Behind book is separated from the mountain of books Thomas chose throw/swat/kick onto the ground and then perch upon like it would burn him or something. [jen note: sorry Mrs. Phillips - I do treat your possessions with care - it's Thomas who has NO respect]
"I'll eat your soul"
2. Kid funnies. Again.
Yes, I had them write to explain why they were in trouble. You'd think I'd be tired of this crap by now and that I wouldn't get a kick out of getting them to document their thinking. You'd be wrong my dear sweet naive friend. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. I just like reading their reasoning. It really has nothing to do with punishing them - b/c to be honest it brings me serious LOLz. They never disappoint. Shhhh...just don't tell them.
Since I Fail at

I was not on green because I was talking in line. An(d) something else. I just don't remember.
When I have a kid....I want him to be as cool as this one. Srsly.
I didn't Want to Do math. time. But Next time I will. Do it. and I was playing With my coatI don't know about you... but this one kinda makes me feel like I SUCK at teaching. I mean with as many periods he has in there - you'd THINK at least one of them would have found its way to the end of the sentence. Just a thought.

I was talking to the monitor. I telled on -----. I should not tell on nobody. I am sorry. I am in first grade. I am a big girl. I am a big girl.
How did she KNOW that I sit in front of my mirror EVERY MORNING and give myself this pep talk: "You are a strong, confident woman. You can handle anything life throws at you today. You are smart, funny and you are rocking that crazy f-ed up hair style. You go girl. You are a first grade teacher. You are a big girl. You ARE a big girl. Big as in grown. Don't get a complex. Go get 'em tiger. You are a winner. Everyone wishes they could be 1/2 as cool as you."
No but srsly. How did she know??
Now I'm paranoid.
