During Bible we started talking about the Trinity and one of my little boys became increasingly aware that we can't understand everything about our great, mysterious God. He puts his hands on his head and vents, "It just makes me want to break a pencil!"

While reading through Revelation as a class one of my girls prays, "I pray for the people in the world to be saved that they could escape this judgement that we are reading about."

Enrichment student: "When is your baby due?"
Me: "July 13th. Whether she decides to come then or not is entirely up to her though."
Enrichment student: "But isn't it up to God? Because He knows when it's done or not."

Student: "Are we watching a war movie today? Are there violins in it?"
Me: "Why do you ask?"
Student: "I just don't want you to fast forward through those parts."
Me (2 hours later): "Did you mean violence?!"

Reading a sentence about "skating on thin ice" a boy raises his hand and says, "You tell me that I do that all the time, Mrs. McKanna!"

"Mrs. McKanna, my back hurts, my stomach aches, and my hand is cramping. I think I need some Viagra." I am left trying to hold myself together behind my desk knowing that he had absolutely no idea what he just said. 

"I can't find Z in the dictionary." This is when I admit defeat as a teacher.

My absolute favorite conversation happened with one of my little boys today when we were talking about finding out my baby's gender.

Boy: "Mrs. McKanna, how do they tell the difference between a girl baby and a boy baby."
Me: "Well, have you heard of an ultrasound before?"
Boy: "No, ma'am."
Me: "They take this wand and when they put it over my belly they can see the baby inside...and then they look for boy parts or girl parts."

I wish you could see his face as it registered. He winces and asks, "You mean it's naked?!"
Me: "Well my baby certainly isn't clothed!"

"If you're a girl you roll a boy; if you're a boy you roll a girl. They were rolling us. My dad took me rolling for the first time in my life when I was five." (Very intrigued, I later learned that they were talking about toilet papering someone's home.) Oh Texas.

"Mrs. McKanna, I have phlegm...you know that yellow stuff you get when you have croup...I've been spewing it out all morning." I hand her a tissue.

"I hope you have a boy because girls leave their underwear all over the floor!" says the boy with two older sisters.

"How's my overbite look, Mrs. McKanna? Is it big or small?"

One little boy keeps looking at my tummy. "Mrs. McKanna, I JUST got a picture of what Snoopy looks like in your tummy! He likes to recline."

"My mom says you're not supposed to be married in college."

I love these kids.