Sunday, October 12, 2014
As I've done too many times to count, I spoke before I thought.
And had this conversation with a child:
Me: So Timmy, what instrument are you going to play in orchestra?
Fifth Grader Timmy: Trumpet
Me: Ah, so you're a brass man. (Wait! Did I just say that?!?)
Fifth Grader Timmy: I guess I am! Maybe I'll call myself that!
Me: Um, let's not.
Posted by Edna Lee at 7:39 PM