We got him for our science unit - we're observing him along with some guppies and snails that we'll get eventually. I decided that I want to keep him as our class pet, even after the science unit is over. Until he dies or until I get too lazy to take care of him - whichever comes first. Spiky was not my ideal name for him (he's not even spiky!), but I let the kids choose his name. I was really pushing for Neville.
There's a girl in my class named Zoe who is either a hypochondriac or just a major exaggerator. Either way, she ends up trying to get out of class every day to go see the school nurse for one reason or another. (I very rarely actually let her go.) Today she had a wide range of ailments - her stomach hurt, her throat hurt, her chest hurt, and so on. At one point in the day she said that her chest hurt because her brother ran into her with his scooter yesterday. But then later she said, "I'm going to gymnastics today, and I'm so happy that my chest is hurting me!" I totally know what you mean, Zoe. I really do.
And here's my Nathan quote of the day:
Nathan: "Make sure if I bonk my head, that I don't bonk it here." (He pointed to a spot on his forehead.)
Me: "Well, maybe just don't bonk your head, buddy."
Nathan: "Yeah... I'm not sure if I can do that."
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