It Massages

This year, I have 19 boys and 5 girls in my class. That's right. 19 boys. Bless my soul.

I can't tell you how many times I've taken a nap after school, skipped a spin class out of pure exhaustion, or thought "this will be a night where I have a glass of wine." These boys TIRE me out. And I'm only 31 years young!

Here is a PRIME example of the boy-ness in my room this year:
Me: Oh my goodness! Why are you wearing your pants like that?
Student: I don’t know. I just like to.
Me: But it can’t be comfortable sweetie.
Student: It is. I like it. It massages.

Oh boy.

Me: Massages what? (VERY scared to ask, but come on ... I couldn’t resist.)
Student: My chest.

Thank God.

He’s been wearing his pants like that all day.