a blob with feet

10 Apr

I went out to dinner with S and K for S’s birthday. In explaining why she would rather teach older students instead of kindergarten, she explained,

“I talk to a brick wall all day. They just stare at you. It is like they are blobs with feet.”

Clearly, none of us have kids, but it made us laugh all the same.

And I thought my job was hard.

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