Happy Thanksgiving....

Today is a day filled with in-class T-day celebrations. While doing an observation in a first-grade class (sharing food with their fifth-grade reading buddies), I witness this amusing scene:

Mr. T, the coolest teacher in school: Okay, Fifth-Grade Buddies, come up here and read your papers about Thanksgiving facts.

(One by one, kids read.)

Last kid: Thanksgiving is all about being with friends and family and giving thanks. So thank you, Mr. T, for bringing meaning to my life.

Classroom aide: Hey, wait, that doesn't sound like he wrote that by himself!

Happy Thanksgiving!

You should've seen what she did to the potatoes!

I was tortured all day today as the smell of turkey and pumpkin pies wafted from the kitchen area into my office at school. A couple of the classes were preparing for a grand meal on Friday. One teacher, Martha, led her class into the kitchen to look at the turkey roasting. Now, mind you, this was the same class in which the boys were re-enacting shooting each other (and me) with arrows while wearing rudimentary construction paper Native American headdresses. Then I hear:

Martha: There's the turkey!

Boy: You shoot it?

Martha: Did I shoot it? No!

Boy: You have gun, you shoot it!

Martha: No, I do NOT have a gun. I got the turkey at Safeway!