Overheard at Work, vol. LXXVI

I thought I wasn't going to be posting this week because I figured it would be just as busy as the last few were. Turns out, after the special event we had on Wednesday, during which my kids performed our masterpiece Celebrity Fear Factor to rapt audiences, things calmed down quite a bit. I even managed to get a TON of administrative work done. Just in time for our after-school program to end and our summer program to begin.

Damn, this year went quickly.

Volunteer to a 12-year-old girl, as they walked down the hall: Why are you so good at soccer?
Girl: I'm Brazilian, that's why.

8-year-old girl, a propos of nothing much: It's cool to be outside.

Colleague A, to 9-year-old boy: Where are you going?
Boy: Up your butt.

17-year-old boy: The best movie in the world is Space Jam.

11-year-old girl: M&Ms are like...my husband.

11-year-old girl, recalling the poem she wrote about me: Annie loves creativity, hates when you touch things that aren't yours, is my best friend.

June is Kicking My Ass

I apologize profusely for my blog silence!

It has been an insanely busy couple of weeks at work, so I've barely even collected quotes.

I turn 30 in 8 days.

My brain is scattered, but at least it looks cute with my new haircut.

These last three weeks, I've collected exactly three quotes:

"Take him down the eleskator!"--me, with my jumbled brain, conflating "elevator" and "escalator."

Me, to a kid pretending to be me: What do I usually say when kids come in?
Kid A: Hi!
Kid B: Get out!
(They're both right.)

11-year-old girl: How do you fix a broken vegetable?...Tomato paste!

See you after my birthday!