Monday, November 10, 2014


I don't know if it's the presence of Miley Cyrus and Selena Gomez, but my little girls are smitten with the notion of being famous.

(Okay, so when I was in kindergarten I wouldn't play Hannah Montana, but Aurora from Sleeping Beauty.  Guess my students get points for pretending to be a real, live human being instead of a 2D picture.)

So it was no shock to the assistant with whom I share a classroom when Precious looked her straight in the eye the other day and said, "Mrs. Genius!! I'm going to be a star when I grow up!"  (Yes, I refer to my para as a Genius because she is.  For real.)

Mrs. Genius is a kind, caring adult to she inquired, "Wow!  What kind of star are you going to be?"

Precious pauses for a moment, taking this question seriously.

Mrs. Genius has seen Precious turn the tears on like a faucet, sing incessantly, and dance around the room so she's wondering if Precious will parlay those acting, singing, and dancing skills into a triple threat or devote her time to pursuing one career path.

After a brief rest, Precious replies, "A purple one.  Or maybe orange.  Or maybe clear."


I cannot make this up.

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