Friday, March 27, 2015
Auditioning for the Ministry of Silly Walks
I like to throw out the occasional obscure reference. Well, the references are obscure to middle schoolers.
A girl complained that she was afraid that the ceiling was going to fall on her. She pointed up...
I looked at that cracked tile, and I thought something completely different. I told her I'd be worried about other things... (I did mention Doctor Who. She was perplexed. Luckily, the girl behind her knew what I was talking about, and I freaked her out in an entirely different way.)
But this week a weird thing started happening. Or maybe I started noticing it.
Boys, for reasons unknown, have broken into dance at random times. Usually while walking across a room. Or in the door. Or out the door.
There's no music playing. Well, maybe only in their heads.
So, I've been commenting: "Auditioning for the Ministry of Silly Walks?"
I'm greeted with blank stares. Brilliant.
They never ask. Oh, I want them to ask...
Well, one did ask. When I told him to look it up, he wanted to do it right then, on his phone. Sigh.
I have to keep myself entertained somehow...