I always knew that he was an imaginative child. True, the monstrous figures on every drawing sheet with their round bellies and stick arms looked remarkably the same, but after a couple of scattered explanations in English I usually got the idea of them: "Well, this is my house and this the bathroom and the kitchen and the kitchen from the other direction" or "This is a monster and this is a baby and the baby is eating the monsters and there will be lots of babies eating the monster."

But I was not prepared for "Come here pencil!"
"Hunh?" I said baffled. I am always a little slow on what the rules of the games were. I have been a grownup an awful long time, after all.
"Where is my pencil?"
"In your hand," I explained.
He looked at his pencil, "I don't need Teacher! I need pencil!"
He grabbed my arm, "Come here pencil!"
I started to laugh, "Do your work! You have one more sentence left!"
"Pencil where are you?" he said (I was wearing a blue shirt) "Come here blue pencil!"
I burst out laughing. He continued the skit for a couple more minutes until everyone was in a regular uproar.
"Okay, back to work," I said reluctantly. With an impish smiles he turned back to his Phonics.

ha ha that's cute :)
» Midnight on 2010-10-01 01:59:31

I agree, that is cute :)
I'm going to assume you're a teacher. (Yes?) :)
» frostbitten on 2010-10-01 09:26:55

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