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22 March 2008 @ 08:40 pm
Round is a shape.  
You never feel so fat as you do when you hear a 4 year old boy ask if you're pregnant.

I gotta get to a gym.
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rickvsrickvs on March 23rd, 2008 12:45 pm (UTC)
My reflex response to that would have been, "No ...I just ate the last kid who asked me that question -- "
Traveler Farlandertwfarlan on March 23rd, 2008 02:03 pm (UTC)
Damn, he would have gotten that, too.
Merlinmerlin_t_wizard on March 23rd, 2008 04:31 pm (UTC)
Ooh, I LIKE that. Thanks, Rick, I'll have to remember that one....
Kitsune: Unsupervised Childrenkitsunegeek on March 23rd, 2008 07:20 pm (UTC)
*headsmack* Children should be leashed and muzzled in public...especially mine...

It could be worse. When my cousin Megan was five, her Kindergarten class was learning about "good nutrition" in school (this was back in the Anorexic 80's, mind you). She, I, and my Grandma were at the grocery store; Megan had been lecturing us the whole time about low-fat food and over-eating; we had been considering leaving her in the parking lot...

We reached the check-out and there was a very pregnant lady in line ahead of us. Megan marched up to her, pointed at her child-heavy belly and declared "I know what you've been doing; and you should be ashamed of yourself!"

(I don't know what happened in the store after that... I took one look at my Grandmother, grabbed the child like a sack of rice, tucked her under my arm, and ran for the car...)

But we didn't hear any more about overeating after that.
Traveler Farlandertwfarlan on March 23rd, 2008 07:25 pm (UTC)
Yikes. Kids. If we can figure out a way to skip that whole age and just decant functional adults... I'm for it.
craigers01 on March 24th, 2008 01:38 pm (UTC)
When I was in 3rd grade, my teacher was the wonderful older lady named Mrs. Henderson. As an impressionable 8-9 year old, I loved Mrs. Henderson. She was great. So, one day she told us that she had a doctors appointment the next day and we would have a substitute teacher in her class. Well, the next day came and her appointment was cancelled so she came on into class. When I got to her room, I was thrilled that she came to school that day. I promptly went up to her and said, "I'm so glad you're here today Mrs. Henderson. I didn't want to have a prostitute."
She said "Thank you very much Craig." and then stepped out into the hallway and cracked up. Called my parents and shared her mirth with them, telling them "I don't htink he meant anything by it, but I just had to share this with you."