This is what one of my little boys said to me on Friday as we were packing up to go home. Not panicked, not excited...just very mellow... "Ms. Warner, I think there's a snake in my cubby."
Me: Very funny, J, now get packed up. We're running late.
J: No seriously, it's really a snake.
Me: J--it's not a snake. It's a string...or a stick...or some other random thing you've brought in from the playground.
Then 6 other kids jump up to see the "snake" and all start squealing... "A snake! A snake!" So I run next door (without stopping to look) and scream to my neighbor..."There's a snake in J's cubby!"
Brave Neighbor Teacher: Ha, Ha. Tell your kids that it's a little late for an April Fool's joke.
Me: No...I think there is. Please come look.
Brave Neighbor Teacher: Fine...I'll be the Super Hero Teacher. So Brave Neighbor Teacher walks in with confidence, takes one look and screams like a 5 year-old "Ahhhh.....a snake!" So much for the "Super Hero."
Finally, tiny, little sweet Ms. C comes in and rescues us all from the big bad snake by carrying it down to the office. In my defense, she said it was really much bigger when it uncoiled and started squirming. So a tiny little snake had me abandoning my poor defenseless children and running for the hills. I'm a terrible teacher! And I will never live this down (Yes, KE, I'm talking about YOU.)
