Words Of My Perfect Teacher

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Class Is In Session."

 

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While drawing at the kitchen table:     "Papa, if you scribble-scrabble (his expression) on the table, you will get a time-out, so you need to draw on the paper."  "Thanks for the heads-up, Ray. Did you ever get a time-out for scribble-scrabbling on the table?" (softly) "Yeah..." Just out of the blue on a phone call: "Papa, if you can lick your boogers off your top lip, it's time for a tissue." During a conversation I was having with Ray's younger Sister, Zoey: Me: ZoZo, waddya doing? You can't pick that up, kid, it's too heavy. (She was trying to lift her diaper bag which weighs at least half her body weight) Ray: (Sternly - he is completely comfortable with speaking to me in a stern - somewhat parental - tone) Papa - my sister is not a kid, she's a baby. Me: Sorry Ray. You're right. ZoZo is a baby.  Ray: (emphasizing his point) Yah Papa. I am a Kid. ZoZo is too little to be a Kid. She is a Baby. Me:  Got it. Thanks Ray.       ~