If you follow the Facebook page {which you should…} you might have seen this image that I posted last night. That’s right. Although I just got back to Practically Canada {I’ll tell you all about our amazing road trip tomorrow}, I’m already running full speed. Maybe even double time. I stayed up late last night putting the finishing touches on these two “Classroom Canvases.” And I really, really like them.
Today I taught in two third grade classes. Tomorrow I’ll do two more canvases in the other third grade classes at the school. Originally I was going to hold off and show you all the canvases and tell you all the silly remarks in one big post. But after the things I heard today…well–I just couldn’t wait.
If you don’t know what a classroom canvas is, read this post.
I pull about three kids at a time to paint with me. So these conversations usually took place in small groups. Without further ado…here are exchanges I had today with third graders.
Kid: You smell like a janitor.
Me: What? What does that even mean?
Kid: It just means…you smell like a janitor smells.
Me: Like a vacuum?
Kid: No. It’s a good thing. You smell good. But…like a good smelling janitor.
Kid: Who do you root for?
Me: I don’t really watch football. But I’m mostly a Colts fan.
Kid: Yuck. I only like Green Bay. Why would you root for the Colts? {sounding disgusted.}
Me: Because I’m from Indiana. I just said that like one minute ago. {the class asked where I was originally from}
Kid: Yeah, but the Colts aren’t from Indiana.
Me: Uhhh, yes they are. The Indianapolis Colts.
Kid: Uhhh, what does that have to do with anything?
Me: Indianapolis. As in Indiana…
Kid: Indianapolis isn’t even a real city. I think you’re confused. I can tell you don’t watch much football.
Kid: You look just like that girl in the Transformers movie.
Me: That’s because I do this for fun…but my real job is making movies.
Kid: WHAT? For real? I knew that was you.
Me: Oh, my…that got out of hand. I’ve never even seen that movie. And this is my real job. Sorry.
Kid: WAIT. You’re married?
Me: Yeah.
Kid: You’re too young to be married. What are you like, 18?
Kid 2: You’re too pretty to be married.
Me: No, I’m much older than that. And why are pretty people not married?
Kid 2: She’s probably like….about 49 or something.
Kid: I bet you have a whole room in your house just for painting….
{In my wildest dreams this is true.}
Kid: One time a boy just walked past my desk and dropped a note there. Like it was no big deal. But I read it and it said, “I love you.” Weird, right?
{While I was cleaning brushes at the sink}
Kid: Do you want me to help you?
Me: Oh, that’s really sweet, but I’m almost done. I’ll just finish up myself.
Kid: Okay. I’m just going to stand here. I love watching people.
Kid: Do you have a dog?
Me: No, but I love dogs.
Kid: Okay, well I have one you can have. She’s like two years old. She’s really bad.
Me: Thanks, but I’m not really in the market for a dog right now. Especially not a bad one.
Kid: Okay, well really…you should have her. We need to find a new owner for her. Like she chews up everything and pees in the house and…
Me: Well, my argument still stands. I don’t really want a dog. Especially not a bad one.
{Upon squirting paint out of an almost empty tube.}
Kid: That sounds like my mom when she poops.
I just love those kids. So stinkin’ funny. So here are the almost-finished products. I’ll retrace the black lines before returning them to the school. And I’ll be sure to post a photo of them so you can see how awesome they look. All in all both classes did an amazing job! I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.
