Sing, sing a song...

From today's class...

Katherine: "Mr. Lewis, I can't remember, I know a boy
deer is a buck, but what's a girl deer?"

Mr. Lewis: "A doe."

Katherine: "Adoe?"

Mr. Lewis (completely deadpan): "No, just doe. Doe,
a deer, a female deer." I was surprised how few of
them had heard the song.

Later in the period...
We're taking the vocab quiz.

I've noticed some of the kids sing under their breath
while trying to focus, a trait we share in common so I
let it slide.

Half way through the allotted time I distinctly hear,
"Wake me up before you go-go..."

"Wait, wait...who's singing that?"

Benson sheepishly raises his hand.

"Where did you hear that?"

"V-h1"

"You get five extra credit points."

Finally, I'm driving home behind your standard issue
silver mini-van, personalized license plate reads:
4R3GRLZ.
Which is sweet enough, but the license plate frame
reads: "Our girls drive us crazy, we drive them
everywhere else."

UUUggghhhhhhh...

Now all of this isn't so bothersome until I see the
mini-van turn into the San Marino High School parking
lot, meaning one of the girls is a teenager.

Now my feeling is, if you truly love your daughter,
you take the cornball license plate frame off the car
when she hits puberty. You don't throw it away. You
keep it and threaten its return when she gets surly.
But, be kind, remove the cheesy license plate frame
once being cool becomes important.

I dunno, that's just me.

You make the sun shine brighter than Doris Day,

Christopher "jitterbug into my brain" Lewis