Pigs' Tales

Things happen to me, I write about them. Sometimes it's sweet, usually it's snarky. This blog is the true story of what happens when two adults and a bad beagle live in a house, have their lives transcribed, and add an active toddler and a newborn to the mix. Take the whole bunch and transplant them in Georgia. Think you can handle all that suspense and excitement? Join us on our adventures. Never teach a pig to sing. It wastes your time and annoys the pig.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Beware the Church Laugh

Accidentally had another accident today. Didn't get hurt. May have permanently scarred child, but did not injure self.

I was conferencing with a student about their writing, and I tend to abuse personal space when kids are at my table. Their little story was really quite amusing, and I wanted to laugh to demonstrate my enjoyment of their craft. Since it was a quiet writing time in my class I tactfully kept my mouth closed and did the church laugh. You know, the slight blowing of air through the nose whilst smiling with mouth? Yeah. Well, I puffed a dry little crusty right onto their paper.

That's right. I shot a booger on a kid's composition. Try to play that one off. Bygones.