Holes in my face

Today, a wonderful visitor spent a day in my classroom.

I selfishly asked if she wanted to spend the day with me so someone else could witness the absurd behavior of my class.

After she became friends with C, she started asking him about ninjas.  Everything was "would a ninja refuse to do work?" to "I love ninjas!"  She doesn't know it, but I could tell he loved her.  It's strange that he shows love by saying NO and scrunching up his face.

But my favorite, at the end of the day, while we were laughing, was when J said, "Ms. L, when you laugh too much, you get holes in your face!"


"Uhh, do you mean dimples?"

"Well, if that's what those holes in your face are..."