I actually sat and ate lunch with my kids in the cafeteria today. Or rather, I WATCHED them eat, since I had plans to eat later. So when the kid across from me, A, said that he did not like chocolate pudding and offered me his, I graciously accepted. Which led to the person next to me giving me his pudding. And then the girl on my other side. And before I knew it, I had a pudding pyramid in front of me. By the time we left the cafeteria, I had a sack full of at least 15 pudding packs.
So you're probably thinking -- man, I know what HE'LL be doing during spring break!!
On Monday, I taught the boys how to play Knockout. This is a fast-moving game involving two basketballs and its fair share of coordination. I noticed that whenever someone would make a shot (or often, just when someone would TAKE a shot), several of the boys would shout, "SWAGGER!”
Don't ask me why, I had certainly never heard this before. But it made me want to see if I could get them to start saying something nonsensical.
So on Tuesday, every time I made a shot, I shouted, "Picante!!” With the emphasis in the middle.
Pretty soon, I started getting some strange looks. So I followed it up with, "That's what we used to say in the old days."
By the end of recess, a couple of the boys were tentatively proclaiming, "Khan-tay!”
In fact, someone even said Picante during math class today.
I tell you, it's a good thing I use my powers for the forces of good…