As Hot as Harriet

My fourth-grade daughter was telling me about a boy in her class who likes her.  I think she likes Connor, too, although she won’t realize it until at least 7th grade.  Anyway, another boy told her that Connor said she’s “hot” and also said this:

“If she was Harriet Tubman and I was John Tubman, that would be sweet.”

(By the way, can a skinny, flat-chested 10-year-old really be “hot”?)

Sounds Like a Beauty

On Sunday evenings, my husband co-teaches Confirmation to a dozen 8th graders (mostly boys) at church.  Last night I got to be his helper/sergeant-at-arms.  On the way home, with 4 of the boys in our car – who were releasing all the gas they had pent up during Confirmation – we overheard this conversation.  I promise I’m not embellishing…

#4: In Social Studies I farted and I pretended I didn’t.  But Alyssa Schmitt knew and said, “I heard that!”

Sam: Who’s Alyssa Schmitt?

#4: You know, Alyssa Schmitt!

Nate: No, who’s that?

#4: She’s got glasses and sort of an underbite?

Sam: I don’t know who you’re talking about.

#4: Oh yeah, and she has really long fingers.