Warm weather, how I miss thee!
In reading class we are reading a story about Chinatown. Top, one of my students, read a passage and I was a bit concerned with what he misread.
Top reading monotonously, “…but my grandma’s favorite dish is roasted children…”
My head snapped up and I giggled furiously, “No…Top. It’s roasted chicken, we don’t eat children. We already talked about this.”
The three students all stared blankly at the book. I proceed to point out the phrase “roasted chicken.” I shake my head in dispair, “Guys, read carefully and slowly. I hope this was a mistake and you don’t really eat children…”
The four of us begin to laugh hysterically at the mistake and tease Top for being a possible cannibal.
Loving Life 