Brian and Me

One day, I was teaching my class what R.C. planes are. I mentioned to them that my ex-boyfriend Bob really liked them.

My 2nd-grade student Brian's hand shot up in the air as he shouted, "Teacher! I KNOW!"

"Ok. Well... um... Brian. Yes?" I said. Zeal like this had to be capitalized on.

"I know why you is no have the number one boyfriend and now Rick is you boyfriend. Is - is - is - b-b-because, you boyfriend is very, very, very like the RC planes. And he have buy so many, so many, the RC planes, and- and- and- you whole house is the RC planes and you whole kitchen is the RC planes, and you bedroom is the RC planes, and he have use all the money, and you money is - is.... ZERO, and you have say, 'I don't like!' and now you is Rick."

"Well, uh, Brian, " I started to interrupt -

"B-B-BECAUSE... my father is have the one friend he is very, very like the RC planes and he is buy so many, so many the RC planes and he whole house is the RC planes and he whole kitchen is the RC planes and he-he-he- TAI TAI..."

"Wife, Brian."

"And he wife is so, so angry because the money is zero and have say NOYOUGOOUT!"



And scene.

I suppose experience is the best teacher after all.