A 5th grader has taken to calling me "mom". I pull hims aside during lunch.
Me: Listen, you can't call me mom. It's inappropriate for a number of reasons.
5th grader: Like what?
Me: Well, I'm not your mom, for one. More important, my name, as far as you're concerned, is Miss Cinseors. That's it.
5th grader: How about aunt?
5th grader: Cuz?
Me: even more no.
5th grader: Aw, come on, chief.
An 8th grader is drumming on his desk. I stare at him until he realizes I'm staring at him.
Other 8th grader: Why are you making African music?
Drummer: That's what I do when I have to pee.
Is it May 28th yet?