A conversation I had with some 5-year-olds over lunch…
Lauren: The milk tastes funny.
Gloria: Yea, I don’t like it.
Tim: [takes sip… makes face…] Ugh, it tastes like crayons.
Mr. Kazzy: Tim, how do you know what a crayon tastes like?
Tim: [“What-a-fishing-stupid-question” look on face] Because I ate one.
Mr. Kazzy: I gathered that. When did you eat a crayon?
Tim: When I was 4.
Mr. Kazzy: Why?
Tim: [“Seriously-man-what-don’t-you-understand-about-this” look on face] I don’t know.
Mr. Kazzy: Well, was it on purpose or by accident?
Tim: [“Isn’t-it-fishing-obvious” look on face] By accident, of course. Why would I eat a crayon on purpose?
Mr. Kazzy: I dunno, man! You’re the one who ate a crayon. How do you do that by accident?
Tim: [“I’ve grown weary of this conversation” look on face] [turns to Lauran] Yea, this milk tastes bad.
Mr. Kazzy: I FEEL LIKE I’M TAKING CRAZY PILLS!