One of my coworkers, who is a very funny lady, is a lead teacher at the preschool where I work.
She is a tiny woman with a Rapunzel like sheath of raven mermaid hair, saucer eyes that breathe fire, and enough height to make her forehead touch my nose, haha.
Today, this tiny fairy made the subject of her ire, a lost little boy. During writing and dictation, The Lost One dawdled at his desk, writing a shortlist of letter K’s as if they were contenders for a prize.
When her gaze rested on his paperwork, with all the K’s numbered and bulleted, she said:
“1K, 2K, 3K, 4K we are not in a race. Like he is sponsoring or something. 1K, 2K…”
He was supposed to be writing about insects.
It took me a while to realize what she’d said. I couldn’t believe the quick blade of her wit. Poor thing, he was blindsided.
He was like a runner grounded by a clip right in the Achilles tendon by a ferocious competitor; The Lost One was left with all those K’s ahead of him.
Turns out he couldn’t see the board, so I dictated to him personally, and he churned out some very good work. Although, I think I like his first paper better. 😂