kids

So, you know how I teach English to little kids right? Well, they are hilarious. And not in a “Kids Say the Darnedest Things” kind of way. Like, they’re actually  hilarious. 

Yesterday I arrived at my first lesson and I found both brother and sister on the little balcony outside the sister’s room. They were chatting with their little girl neighbor across the way (about 10 feet) who was on her bathroom balcony. Just chatting. “How’s school?” “Good.” That sort of thing. That’s not the funny part, you guys. The funny part was that they were all wearing plastic dracula teeth.

Another little boy protests every time I arrive and then begs me not to leave when it’s time to go. Last week before our lesson I found this taped to his door:

[translation: “Marissa cannot enter.”] How’s that for frankness? No passive aggressive notes for this guy! 

That little boy's sister is obsessed with me and Manu and our relationship. She asks me every lesson when we are going to get married and can she be invited. She even drew this for us:

I asked her, “What’s that orange thing coming out of my head?” 

“Your veil.”

Ah.

Never a dull moment, I tell you. Never a dull moment.  

P.S. There’s another girl who LOVES “New York, New York” but only knows the “...these vagabond shoes” part. So that’s the part she sings. Over and over and over again. 

P.P.S. I am SO glad that you liked the tips yesterday! Did you drink your hot water and lemon today, missy?