Justin: (Holding up a seed packet) Look, Mrs. B! This flower is called a "poopy!"

Mrs. B: Um, that says "poppy."

Justin: (disappointed) Oh. I liked "poopy" better.

Lizbeth: Mrs. B, did we get white boards from the Romans?

Mrs. B: No, honey. That is a more recent invention. Rome fell about 1600 years ago.

Lizbeth: (Thinks a moment) You weren't alive back then, were you?

Our class has been working on cutting down on the tattling. Here's why...

Josh: Mrs. B! Joey was doing arm-farts in the hallway again.

It's not so much that this is brilliant poetry...it's just that I love the image of a bride crying, her husband telling her to buck up, and chicken little telling knock-knock jokes.

Justin: Mrs. B., what's wrong with your voice?

Mrs. B: I think I'm losing it.

Justin: Are you sick?

Mrs. B: No, I feel fine. My voice is just messed up.

Justin: Maybe it's from all the yelling.

..much laughter as someone said something funny, then...

Student: Ooooh! I just laughed so hard a booger came out of my nose!

Mrs. B: ...so I need you to treat these materials carefully. I need them to last for a long time.

Joey: Like until you're teaching MY kids?

Mrs. B: Yes, something like that.

Joey: Man! You'll be OLD then!