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Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Obviously we need to work on Mr. Funny's conversation skills

After making the hamburger patties for Mr. Strong to grill on the grill (where else), Mr. Funny came into the room with his car keys.

Me: "Are you going somewhere?" (You see, I strive to be a master of the obvious.)


Mr. Funny: "Yes."


Me: "Where are you going?" (Which should have been the first question. What can I say. Its been a long day. Sue me.)


Mr. Funny: "To my friend's house."


Me: "So, are you not eating with us?" (See how my power of observation has already improved.)


Mr. Funny: "I'm not sure."


Me: "What friend are you going to see?"


Mr. Funny: "Someone you don't know."


Me (glaring at him, wondering if I should start the massive search for contraband in his room): "Who?"


Mr. Funny: "A guy named Chris. You don't know him."


Me: "What are you doing at your friend's house?" (And why can't he come here? What do his parents do? Doesn't he know I need names so I can Google them.)


Mr. Funny: "I'm just going there then we are going someplace else."


Me (what ever patience I did have remaining at the end of the day is quickly leaving me): "Where are you going after you leave your friend's house?"


Mr. Funny: "I don't know." (Holy schnike! Is there anything you DO know?)


Me (hearing a hum in my ears): "Then you can't go if you can't explain where you are going."


Mr. Funny (with agitation in his voice): "We have to go hear some speaker for extra credit in our class. " (This from the kid who has a frickin 97 as his lowest grade. How can I explain this without sounding callous? We are proud of him but we think he was swapped at birth.)


Me: "Who is the speaker?" (As if I think he'll know.)


Mr. Funny: "I don't know." (Are you beginning to see a pattern here?)


Me: "Where is the speaker speaking?" (Really. Where? Where?)


Mr. Funny: "I don't know." (I have nothing to say.)


Me (giving Mr. Funny the stink eye)


Mr. Funny: "That is why I'm going to my friend's house. He knows where the speaker is."


Me: "What class is this for?" (As if that will make a difference.)


Mr. Funny: "U.S. History."


Me (now searching for a sharp stick to poke in my eye): "I know this is probably going to be a stupid question, but what time do you think you'll be home? Just a ball park estimate will do."


Mr. Funny: "I don't know." (Bad-dum-ching)


And to think I thought conversations with Kindergartners was challenging.