Today I heard a banshee shrieking across the classroom, "Mr. Plumber! Mr. Plumber!" I thought this was merely child's play and some sort of pretend game of Bob-the-Builder. Unfortunately I saw that the little banshee was looking directly at me for guidance, as another child had stolen their firemen truck from them. I said," Are you talking to me?" and he replied, "Yes! MR. PLUMBER!" He actually thought my name was Mr. Plumber. Sort of sounds like Miss Thomas, no?
Humiliating for several reasons:
1. I am not a male (not that they can even tell at that age how to distinguish)
2. My name has been Miss Thomas to them for weeks
3. I found out Mr. Plumber is the 60 year old, white-haired, looming beast of a music teacher the children used to have before Christmas. If this is what the child is drawing upon for inspiration, I need a new look.
Oh brother.
At least he didn't say "and I can see your crack Sir"
ReplyDeleteI hate to say it Katie but you might now be Mr. Plumber to me for the rest of your life.
ReplyDeleteI can't believe there even was a Mr. Plumber! TOO FUNNY!
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