Also Awkward

Fifth-grade boy in my class: Can I smell your hair?

Me: Um, why?

Boy: Because girls' shampoo smells good!

Me: I don't think so.

Later, same boy: Mrs. Thomason, do you have a boyfriend?

Me: Um, I have a husband.

Boy: You have a husband?? (as I quickly walk away and try to forget this conversation).

The joys of fifth-grade boys and raging hormones...does it really start this young?

And I had this conversation today too:

Me: Aren't you guys supposed to be working?

Boy: If I tell you my plan, will you promise to keep it a secret from the government?

Me: Well, I'm not going to promise you that (thinking, what the CRAP is he talking about?)

While I'm on a roll, this was another funny thing in class.

Mrs. S-J (my mentor teacher): You need to get this signed by your parents, or guardians or whoever takes care of you.

Boy (preacher-style): JESUS takes care of me!

It's already been an interesting 16 days.