It was bound to happen, and playing with a whole different bag of crazy...

It was bound to catch up with me. It's 8:13pm, and I'm going to bed.


I do want to leave you with one conversation relayed to me this morning.

See, this year, intermingled with all of my crazy little ones are the gifted little ones. That's a whole different bag of crazy. To give you an idea of the type of crazy that is...let's just say I was a gifted kid too. So, my co-teacher had this conversation this morning:


Teach: "I know we have 10 dividers, but we only need 9."
Kid: "Can we label the divider anything we want?
"What do you mean?"
"The last divider...can we label it anything we want?"
"Like what? What do you want to label your divider?"
"Evolution of Dance. You know, like on VH1."
(and here's why I love my co-teacher)
"Okay, but before school gets out for summer I expect a full page report on the evolution of dance."


That's what we're working with. I'm going to go join Daisy now in the land of slumber.