One morning a fifth-grader saw me hand an empty egg carton over to another student. He asked why, and I told him that the other student’s family was going to fill the carton with a dozen freshly laid brown eggs.
His reply was, “we get brown eggs from our neighbors. They raise chickens. They’re rednecks.”
“Nicholas,” I said, “you do realize that that’s a derogatory term, don’t you? That it’s not a nice thing to call someone?”
In a completely guileless voice he said, “I don’t think they mind.”
“But you should mind, ” I told him. “They’re your friends. They give you eggs.”
He looked at me, his favorite teacher, as if I were an idiot and said, “they’re just chickens.”
I paused, tiny little cogitative wheels spinning furiously.
“Do you mean Rhode Island Reds?”
“Yeah!” he said brightly, “That’s it! Rhode Island Reds!”
“Ah... Well... I’ll see you in class, then.”
Thursday, August 02, 2007
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Hehe.
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