fly.

today was a great day.
lola and sara, my 8 and 9 year old frenemies, were punished last week by mom inc. for behaving bad in our english lesson. needless to say, i've never heard more english trump the spanish and french that normally cascades unrelentlessly from their always opened mouths.

anyway, today i brought a bag of magnetic poetry to our lesson and had them form sentences from the hundreds of magnets we strewed across the dining room table.
busy looking for their select words of choice, i oh-so-cruelly kept them thinking constructively in english and forming brilliant sentences, which were not limited to the following:

"the prince is horrible"

"the monkey is in the garden"

"she is from galoshes" (obviously the planet, not the boots)

and my absolute favorite...

"she is fly"

how do you explain to a 9 year old that the sentence she just formed has an urbandictionary context of "damn! honey is lookin fly in her thong and boots!" >?

you don't.

you laugh.
you giggle.
you randomly realize that sara still has years before she'll catch the adult jokes in finding nemo...

and then you help her change it to the present progressive: "she is flying"

and then comes mom with strawberry suckers for everyone.

amen.