i call them streetwalker people
More for the “Kids Say the Darndest Things” file -
We are playing Go, Stop, Drop, Melt in class, which we have renamed Go, Stop, Drop, and Roll in honor of Little Billy and his flaming hair. (He’s sort of our mascot. Don’t ask.) Eli says “Go as the President of the United States”. Most of the kids are walking with a regal air - I don’t know where they got that idea. One kid, however, is dragging himself along the floor and clawing at people’s ankles. Another student says “Hey, you’re supposed to be the president!” and he responds - as if she is a moron for not knowing better - “I’m John F. Kennedy … right after he got assassinated.”
Same female student says to me “one time at greenlake I saw a streetwalker person and he petted my dog and said ‘hi I like beagles’ but his voice sounded like a little girl and then he spun around and pulled down his pants and pulled them back up again. And he was carrying a garbage bag. I think he was maybe a lot stupid. And then on the way home I saw more streetwalker people and they were doing graffiti of the f-word and I don’t think I should have to see that kind of language when I am going to my dinner.”
I love how you just turned a story about hating people into an example of tooting your own horn. Brilliant.
Actually, it started out as a rant about how much I hate the phrase “I shouldn’t have to see that,” and eveyone who uses it. I toned it down ‘cause people don’t seem to very sympathetic towards people who say they hate little children. Guess if it’s six of one half-dozen of the other in the popularity department, I may as well cop to hating the kid.
um. The girl who said that was eight. Frankly, I don’t think she should have to see it either.
That phrase coming from adults? There I would be closer to agreeing with you.
Well of course she doesn’t have to see it. Her parents could just take her from place to place in a box…
Actually, given the behavior of most eight year olds…
and that, my darling, is the reason that I spend my life working with children and you don’t.
Also, if you ever come visit me at work, you’d best be on a soup-free diet for a few days, or there will be HELL TO PAY.
We used the f-word all the time in m house when I was growing up. I never took any harm from it— except of course for my abiding and uncharitable dislike of people who can’t think for themselves. I classify this as harm because, of course, they’re everywhere. If I didn’t spend so much time hating them I’d probably be a much happier person.
Not to, you know, toot my own horn or anything.