I’ve been sitting on this story for a while, but I haven’t posted lately, so here goes:
BoingBoing has had a couple of posts lately about a magic rubber pig that squishes and returns to normal. We have a couple of those each, though I have a pig and a tomato, and Lisbeth has a duck and an egg. We use them in classes for games. A few weeks ago I took the tomato to a class in which none of the students had seen any of the magic balls. One of the girls, (around 12,) saw me squeeze it and said it looked like “the little chicken.”
That can’t be what it sounded like, right?
To help me find out what obviously innocent thing she actually meant, I asked “What now?”
“Little chicken,” she said. “Is a boy’s… um… a boy’s,” she shook her hands exasperatedly, trying to think of the word as I noiselessly flapped my mouth, intending to tell her “Stop. Seriously, stop talking right now.” As I worked my jaw, still unable to speak, while she “ummed” and continued waving her hands and rolling her eyes to the ceiling, a boy jumped up onto his chair, pointed to his crotch, and yelled “Teacher, this!”
I’d have felt much better if she hadn’t smiled and said “Yes, that.”
December 27, 2007 at 11:25 pm
Dude,
I don’t know what kind of weird Taiwanese cousin-lovin’ goes on out there in the sticks, but down here in Taoyuan, all my pre-adolescent students are completely naive and innocent on such matters, and thank Bog for that!
Caleb
P.S. Thanks for Christmas, ’twas cool.
P.P.S. I’m loving my new bath mat. Thanks.