Stop talking and get your discussion work done.
Did we get a picture of that for the blog?
What number are you on? (referring to workboxes)
(during Mathletes) Could you have a room with only two walls?
(Sung to the tune of the Beverly Hillbillies) Now, listen to my story 'bout a man named John, a rich New Yorker living high-on-the-hog. Had Standard Oil, the only oil company. And that my friend is a monopoly. Rockefeller, that is. Rich man. Off Texas Tea.
No, I can't make a birthday cake for Wooly (the plush toy lamb).
(The next day) No, I won't make a birthday cake for Rosey (the plush toy robin).
(The day after that) No, I won't make a birthday cake for Teagan (the plush toy Towhee).
All I want for Christmas is a big mug of chai tea!
(to Michael) Did you move us while I was asleep? It's too cold to be Georgia? Can we move farther south?
What are you doing out of bed… again?
No, we did not get sick from singing about Germany. (emphasis on "Germ")
Yes, I took Wooly's temperature, too. He's normal.
Cleaning your floor does not mean shoving everything under the bed.
I don't know why Lichtenstein is so small. (pause for question) No, it's not because Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs live there.
Stop talking about diarrhea and get back to work.
Yes, you must put on the funny yellow shirt. Mommy needs the picture for her blog.
Nope. Not ME... no way!
3 comments:
"Stop talking about diarrhea and get back to work." Oh Dawn, that made my day.
Still laughing,
Kathleen
It's always nice to start the day with a laugh! "Stop talking and get your discussion work done," sounds like something I would say -- and not figure out the irony of it until several hours later. : )
Kellie
I'm by myself and I'm laughing. I don't do that often.
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