i've worked with kids for so long and the best part of the job has always been the day after, with other workers, teachers, my cousins. when we all sit around and share our hilarious stories of what the kids did and how hard we had to stop ourselves from laughing.
but now, with the kind of kids i'm working with... it's no longer cute. D. was telling us a story how one of her grade ones wrote 'i rub my dik' instead of 'i ride my bike' because he mixed up the direction of the b's and d's and stuffed his vowels up.
Her sister B. then told a story about a kid who responds with yelling 'HELP!" no matter what she says to him... as in that's the only word she's ever heard him say.
hahahaha!... they looked at me expectantly for a story.
'oh, uhm, what happened today... well i'm kind of lying in my case notes at the moment because two of my girls have found full time employment at a massage parlour with happy endings and i don't really want that to be connected with me... ' i laughed weakly. they just sort of looked at me then busily stirred their tea.
nope, not the same!
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