This Lil Piggy...

One of my little girls was trying to figure out the density of a sample she had been measuring.  She had taken the volume and the mass and was using a calculator to work out the density.  I normally hate calculators, but I just didn't have classtime to devote to the long division.

She kept typing the numbers into the calculator and restarting, getting more and more frustrated each time she started over.  Hoping to avoid controversy, I just observed, not saying anything.

Finally, she dropped it on the desk and looked up. "Mr. Hall!" she yelled.  "My fingers is trying to punch in the numbers, but they're too fat and the numbers is too skinny!"

Exactly how does one exercise their fingers?  My only thought was digging for nose gold.

With a Shovel...

We were doing an experiment in science class, and part of their assignment was to find the mass of some marbles.  The students were using a small electronic scale with a flat top. 

I was attempting to give some guidance on how to mass the marbles without them rolling off the scale.  "Take your little cup and lay it on the scale.  You should have the mass of the cup showing." I said.  They had to get rid of that number in order to find the mass of JUST the marbles.  We had been over this before, so I asked, "Now what do you hit?"

A voice from the back answered, "Rock bottom!"

They were right.

Flying Monkeys

We were talking about natural parks in social studies class.  For an assignment, I had them to create a nature park poster talking about how to protect a park that they imagined.  One of my little boys is quite obsessed with monkeys, so his park was monkey-themed, of course.

He was showing his poster off to the class and sharing his great love of monkeys with us.  Then,he proceeds to tell us that one of his strategies to protect his park was to put the monkeys in their pockets for protection.

All I could think of was the phrase, "monkey in my pocket."  But I didn't break.  I didn't laugh or giggle (though I will admit to a wicked smile).

Then, in a fit of imagination of pretending he was smuggling his beloved monkeys, he leans over and starts screaming at his belly (I hope), "Bad monkey!  No biting!"

I had to walk outside.

The Truth

In class today, the kids were filling out a worksheet.  One question asked:

Geography is _______________________________________.  Of course, it was looking for a definition.

One little boy had a better answer.

He wrote in, "Hard".