Today in Math 7, my students finished with ten minutes still left in class. What to do? What to do? We decided to get silly and play math pictionary using the words from our word wall. Our second volunteer was so excited to come to the board. He drew the following:


"Obtuse! It's obtuse!" The children excitedly called out.
He was so proud of himself; the class was so proud that they guessed it.

I was bent over, laughing, then squeaked out, "Let's have a quick discussion on the differences between obtuse and obese."

I just heard an adorably hilarious Ezra story from my mom, and I hope Jackie's okay if I blog about it. I can't get enough of Ezra; I love his guts.

Apparently, he climbed into James and Jackie's bed one morning, but kept chatting when Jackie was trying to fall back asleep. He asked her if he was a genius, and she gently explained that usually people have to be older before being classified as a genius, and yes, he is extremely smart, but no, he might not be a genius.

Ezra started crying, "But the only thing I've ever wanted was to be a genius!"

Money Money Money!

The other morning I was touching my toes after a great run (great because I had just finished), when something green winked at me from the gutter. Money! I went in for a closer look, thinking to myself that I wasn't willing to touch it since it was in the gutter, but I gasped and snatched it up quick. I promptly put it in the pocket of my running pants. Then my cute older neighbor came around the corner and almost scared the money out of my pocket.

"There's our athlete!" She embarrasses me. Did I ever mention how when I moved in she asked if I was a body builder? Sheesh.

After worrying if this was one of the situations that we go through in primary of how to deal with it honestly, I called my dad.

Me: "Dad! you will never believe what I found on my run today!"

Dad: "A dead raccoon?"

Me: "Better!"

I can't remember how the rest of his guessing game went.

Me: "Dad, I found a one hundred dollar bill!"

Dad: Silence. "You're kidding me."

He helped me figure out exactly what to say when I called the apartment office.

Greatest news is no one called in! Mine, mine, mine! I like to think that it makes up for the night in college when someone took my Friday night waitressing tips.

It sure pays to run.