Not a Fan

Fridays are always the best days. Not only because the weekend is almost finally here, but also because we get to have things like free-choice time and study buddies. I'm sure I've already mentioned this, but our Friday afternoon time with our fourth grade buddies is my favorite part of the week. Six of my favorite former students are in our buddy class, and I love being able to see them and chat with them every week. Today we played a math game with our buddies where they needed to make a prediction of what number this spinner would land on the most. Kendal (who recently didn't want to answer a math problem correctly because the boy was right) showed me her paper when she was finished. She was supposed to write about whether or not her prediction was correct. Instead she wrote something along the lines of: "I don't want it to be 4 because I am not a fan." I asked her what she had written and she said, "I'm not a fan of 4." "You don't like the number 4?" I asked. She adamantly shook her head and said no, and made an expression that let me know she was very serious about this. I asked her why not, and she said, "Because I'm little. I don't like 4 because I'm little." She's still my favorite.