One lunchtime last week a small boy sidled into my office.
'Mrs H., I've had an accident.'
'Oh dear. What sort? A plaster sort of accident?'
'Ummm no...more of a trouser sort of accident.'
Poor thing! He was quite embarrassed, so we went along to the second-hand uniform storage and found him another pair.
Problem solved.
But I thought his turn of phrase was most entertaining!
And later on he laughed too. He's that sort of little boy.
3 comments:
Children say wonderful things; I just wish I'd kept a note of all those I heard in my twenty years as a primary school teacher.
How sweet!
Brilliant. Harry cut his forehead and the boss decided to to pour bottled water to clean it. Harry (5) said "I have to tell you I'm not enjoying this very much"!!!!! Bless little people
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