Brunch Party

One of the "perks" about being an hourly teacher is having the ability to sub in the afternoon for fellow teachers that want to go home early. More often than not, these teachers are in first- and second-grade classrooms. Now I have quite a bit of experience in both grades, and may even prefer teaching second grade over any other grade. However, jumping from my own fourth graders to unknown second graders with only the cross-campus walk between the two is not always the most calming experience. But it does give me a whole new bunch of kids to hear funny stuff from.

I had the obligatory "How old are you?" conversation with these guys. It's like, kids realize that I am younger than most teachers, but still do not understand ages at all. The first guess was 45, followed by 52. It got as high as 80 before someone guessed 29. I say, "Lower." They say "35." Is this a second-grade standard? Because, they need help. Soon, one of the smart ones decided to go by decades, and then finally came up with the correct answer. Still though, 80? Get your shit straight, boys and girls.

Also, both my own fourth graders and the unknown second graders had encounters with the word "brunch" today. In my class it was given as an example of a noun that adds "-es" when pluralized. I laughed in my head because I immediately thought about space mimosas. Then brunch was talked about again while the second graders were working on math. Honestly, I am not even sure how it came up. But they were having a little conversation with one another that went a little something like this:
Kid: It's like brunch!
Other Kid: Yeah. Brunch is breakfast and lunch put together.
Kid and Other Kid: (laughing)
Kid: I went to brunch once. With my dad.

I guess brunch is not only humorous once you are older. Who knew?