wow. *blink* is it really thursday?
Continuing adventures with Christopher.
I knelt down next to him today to show him something at his desk, and this was the ensuing conversation:
Chris: Mrs *****, you smell beautiful.
Me: Really? What do I smell like?
Chris: Like some kind of really beautiful perfume.
Me: Can you follow me around all day and say nice things to me?
Chris: Okay. Let me ask my mom.
But then there was this, right before dismissal as I'm passing out homework:
Chris: Don't give us a lot of homework, okay.
Me, with a raised eyebrow: Excuse me? Did you forget who you were talking to?
Chris: ... yeah. But just for a second.
In other, more shallow news, it pleases me that my two favorite pretty men made it through on American Idol. It pleases me even more that they hugged each other in glee when they discovered that they both made it. Hug, pretty men. Hug. Show America the beauty of your slashiness.
I knelt down next to him today to show him something at his desk, and this was the ensuing conversation:
Chris: Mrs *****, you smell beautiful.
Me: Really? What do I smell like?
Chris: Like some kind of really beautiful perfume.
Me: Can you follow me around all day and say nice things to me?
Chris: Okay. Let me ask my mom.
But then there was this, right before dismissal as I'm passing out homework:
Chris: Don't give us a lot of homework, okay.
Me, with a raised eyebrow: Excuse me? Did you forget who you were talking to?
Chris: ... yeah. But just for a second.
In other, more shallow news, it pleases me that my two favorite pretty men made it through on American Idol. It pleases me even more that they hugged each other in glee when they discovered that they both made it. Hug, pretty men. Hug. Show America the beauty of your slashiness.