One of the differences between adults and children is the fact that youngsters nonetheless keep a excessive stage of curiosity approximately all things which can be taking location round them. every so often it entails things that can interest us as properly but at other times, it is able to be particularly ‘youngster beside the point’. we have all probable had those uncomfortable conversations and on occasion we may also discover ourselves in the middle of one, now not knowing the way to get out of it. That became what befell while this instructor invited the scholars to return up in front of the class and talk approximately something exciting in their existence. One little woman determined to speak about something that gave anybody a great chuckle:
I’ve been teaching now for about fifteen years. I have two kids myself, but the best birth story I know is the one I saw in my own second-grade classroom a few years back.
"Usually, show-and-tell is pretty tame. Kids bring in pet turtles, model airplanes, pictures of fish they catch, stuff like that. And I never, ever place any boundaries or limitations on them. If they want to lug it to school and talk about it, they’re welcome.
Well, one day this little girl, Erica, a very bright, very outgoing kid, takes her turn and waddles up to the front of the class with a pillow stuffed under her sweater. She holds up a snapshot of an infant. ‘This is Luke, my baby brother, and I’m going to tell you about his birthday. First, Mommy and Daddy made him as a symbol of their love, and then Daddy put a seed in my mother’s stomach, and Luke grew in there. He ate for 9 months through an umbrella cord.’ She’s standing there with her hands on the pillow, and I’m trying not to laugh and wishing I had a video camera rolling. The kids are watching her in amazement.
Then, about two Saturdays ago, my mother starts going, "Oh, oh, oh!”‘ Erica puts a hand behind her back and groans. ‘She walked around the house for, like an hour, "Oh, oh, oh!”‘ Now this kid is doing this hysterical duck-walk, holding her back and groaning. ‘My father called the middle wife. She delivers babies, but she doesn’t have a sign on the car like the Domino’s man. They got my mother to lay down in bed like this.’ Erica lies down with her back against the wall. ‘And then, pop! My mother had this bag of water she kept in there in case he got thirsty, and it just blew up and spilled all over the bed, like psshhheew!
The kid has her legs spread and with her little hands is miming water flowing away. It was too much!
Then the middle wife starts going push, push, and breathe, breathe. They start counting, but they never even got past 10. Then, all of a sudden, out comes my brother. He was covered in yucky stuff they said was from the play-center, so there must be a lot of stuff inside there.
Then Erica stood up, took a big theatrical bow and returned to her seat. I’m sure I applauded the loudest. Ever since then, if it’s show-and-tell day, I bring my camcorder – just in case another Erica comes along.
