Sometimes it takes a third-grader to make it all clear...

Monday, March 7, 2011

During a lesson on poetry...

Eliza: Can I recite a poem my dad taught me?

Mrs. B: (noticing the mischievous gleam in Eliza's eyes) Um...is it a nice poem or a naughty poem?

Eliza: Well, it's about beans and farts.

Mrs. B: Then, no.

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