I fell down a flight of stairs today. You might think that would be what I’d post about tonight, but the story isn’t too interesting and while I did text a picture of the two-hour old bruise, I somehow suspect a selfie of my now black thigh will not in fact earn me any blogging awards.
So instead I will share this tidbit with you from this past Friday when I was a substitute teacher in a second grade classroom. I have experienced before that second grade girls are very curious about the personal lives of young women (which at 31 I hopefully still come across as). I’d had similar conversations to this one before, but Friday a little second grade boy jumped in for the perfect comedic ending.
2nd Grade Girl #1: Are you married?
Me: I’m engaged.
2nd Grade Girl #2: What’s his name?
2nd Grade Girl #1: (Leaning forward, as though this is a question that will make or break a political candidate) …Does he have a beard?
Me: Sometimes. When he’s too lazy to shave.
2nd Grade Boy: (scornfully but without looking out from his coloring) Who doesn’t have time to shave?
The girls and I looked over at this sudden contributor and absurdly I confirmed that he indeed, did seem to be clean-shaven. He had apparently found the time before school.