Wednesday, September 1, 2010

I Was Ironing Some Shirts

And Micah was sitting on the floor of the laundry room,

And we were discussing his abysmal grades last year.

During the course of the dialogue, it came about that he said to me, "Are you questioning my integrity?"

"No," I answered, "Your intelligence."

That's what he meant.

I rest my case.
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5 comments:

  1. And I laughed and laughed. And then I explained what integrity means, and he got the joke, and we laughed and laughed some more. :)
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  2. One of my English students told me yesterday that she wants to work on her punctuality, because that will help her be a better writer. I was momentarily speechless.
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  3. And then I read your comment and laughed and laughed again!

    :)
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  5. And then three days later I suggested, to Micah, that he might like the rest of the pizza pepperoni stick to gnaw on. He was affronted and declared, "I'm not a carnival!!!" Which he immediately knew was wrong and so ammended with "carnivore". Which (carnivore) he actually IS.

    I laughed, literally, hysterically, which was a little embarrassing because we had company and it wasn't THAT funny. I blamed fatigue for the over reaction :)
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