So I've got this kid in my class and he's pretty much "That Kid." Luckily for him, I actually have two "That Kids" in my class this year. (I secretly call them Frick and Frack because together they are hilarious.) Frustrating? You betcha'. Inappropriate? For sure. But very, very funny nonetheless.
You know, they're the kids (and I'll just come right out and say they're boys), but they're the kids who, when walking up to the lunch line, decide that that's a good time to compare each other boobies! Seriously, they had the necks of their shirts stretched down practically to their waists and they were discussing their bobbies…in the lunch line…for all the world to see…and hear. Oye vay!
The first kid I mentioned, let's call him Frick, is probably the more "That kid" of the two. If there's any mischief going on, you better believe he's the one that started it. He'll probably grow up to be his generation's Jim Carrey, but for now he's quite the handful. Cute kid, and totally lovable, but my, oh my, is that kid ever a challenge!
Lucky for me, though, every now and then the "teacher gods" shine down upon us and we extract our little teacher revenge without even lifting a finger. Like the other day…we were outside with our jump ropes having a grand old time. We always start in a circle, do a few jumps/exercises together, and then I let the kids have some free time to jump while I work with some kids who, bless their hearts, can't seem to turn the rope even one time without getting themselves all tangled up in it.
So the kids are doing their "free jumping" time and a lot of the girls are doing "criss cross." If you haven't been on a school yard in a while, maybe since you were actually in school yourself, "criss cross" is when you cross the rope in front of you and jump over it. It's a fun trick to master and I have quite a few kids who are already quite adept at criss cross.
My little friend calls me over and says, "Look, I can do criss cross." He then proceeds to cross his FEET. He then takes a huge jump and lands, you guessed it, flat on his bum! (As painful as it might sound, he was not, in fact, one bit hurt. I would not be writing about it if he were hurt. Seeing a kid in pain, even the kid who makes you the most looney, is not one bit funny. But I swear that kid is made of rubber….you should see the stunts he walks away from with nothing more than dust on his hands.) But the shocked look on his face…priceless!
I looked up toward the heavens, smiled at my teacher god, helped my friend up, and proceeded to show him how to do a real criss cross.