I was in the lunchroom today during the first lunch period - all the kindergarten and first graders. You never really know what you're in for with this age, and today was no different. A cute little first grader called me over to her table, and asked me if I knew a certain song. I told her I didn't, so she started singing it for me. When she was finished, I told her that she did a great job. I started to walk away, but she called me back over - she wasn't done singing yet. The next few minutes went like this:
her: can I sing another one?
me: sure, go for it.
her: "don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me. don't cha wish your girl was a freak like me. don't cha.... don't cha..."(she continued to sing the rest of the chorus, but for the sake of anything EVER, I'm not posting it!)
me: (said while trying REALLY hard not to laugh) wow. you're a good singer.
her: (said with a huge smile on her face) Thanks! I practice a lot!
What do you say to that? I mean, really. I was at a loss for words. I think I still am.
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