Today, Wednesday, I was sooo tired when I woke up. I was dragging my heels through the entire day at the office and wondering how I was going to find the energy to teach five students at the end of it. And then I started to teach, and I remembered how much I love my job. Especially teaching this one particular family whose kids are a riot. In the 30 minutes I spent with this little guy the following conversations ensued:
Me: You’re missing something! (Pointing at his absent front teeth). Did you get something for that?
Him: Yeah! $5!
Me: You’re rich! What are you going to buy me? Are you going to buy me something?
Me: Awesome, are you going to buy me a new car?
Me: Why not?! I thought you said you were going to buy me something.
Him: I can’t.
Me: How come?
Him: Because you can’t buy a car for $5.
Me: Oh… how much do you need to buy a car?
Me: How well do you think you played the song on a scale of 1 – 10?
Me: Are you sure you only played it at a 1? Cause you know you need at least a 7 out of 10 for a sticker.
Me: Okay…. ? (He actually played it about a 5 out of 10).
Him: *whispering and leaning into my ear* I actually said 1 because I wanted to play it again.
Me: *whispering back into his ear* Okay, I won’t tell anyone. Go ahead and play it again 😉
This conversation followed him hearing me quickly ask his mom’s permission to post this picture on the internet.
Him: I’m going to be on Facebook!?
Him: What does that mean?
Oh, kid… it means you just made my day.