HUMOR
She Learned That Snitches Don’t Get Fries
Loose lips sink ships…. and potatoes
“Can we draw?” My six-year-old students, Olivia and Stacey asked.
“Sure,” I said, pausing my counting of ribbons.
The girls skipped across my classroom to collect paper and coloring pencils as I continued to organize purple ribbons and elephant headbands on the carpet.
Luckily, I’d spent six years in higher education to aid me with this task.
A pleasant sensation ran down my back as I pushed my hands to the ceiling and stretched. The clock read 6:25 PM and exhaustion was beginning to take over.
It was the night of our school’s first-grade musical performance. As a first-grade teacher, it was my duty to babysit my students in my classroom before the production began at 7 PM.
Olivia and Stacey were the first to arrive. Their parents left them with me before running to the gym to fist-fight other parents for a seat in the front row.
“Oh, you’ve got students already,” my fellow first-grade teacher and friend, Charlotte said from the doorway.
“Mmmhmm,” I replied with a subtle smirk and eyebrow raise.
