Yes, I want cake.

Leftover Lunchies.

This antique looking fork was in the drawer in our staff lounge. Me likey.

This is the most uneventful lunch post, I know. I also had some cherries while the kiddos were taking a reading test, and I ate some trail mix in between dictating words for a spelling test. I didn’t think stopping to take a picture would have been appropriate in either case.

However, I had a conversation with my most favorite students today (yes, teachers absolutely have favorites) about his hypothetical, future son. Our conversation went something like this:

“Mrs. Unger, I have to have a son when I am older, or else the ‘Martin’ family name will die.”

“Wow, that is a  a lot of pressure for an 8 year old!”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Well, what are you going to name this son of yours?”

“August….no January“

(laughing so hard) “Good name. What about a middle name?”

(thinks for a while)…Cheeseball.

Nice choice. Maybe I will get to teach little January Cheeseball Martin when he comes to third grade in about 25 years.

(with such satisfaction and confidence) “Yeaaah!”

ALTHOUGH MY JOB IS BUSY AND DIFFICULT AND I CAN’T PHOTOGRAPH MY FOOD LIKE I WANT TO DURING THE DAY, IT IS THE BEST. THE ABSOLUTE BEST. 8 YEAR OLDS ARE HILARIOUS. ESPECIALLY THIS ONE.

Tonight I kind of have a tummy ache, so I ate…half a pita with nothing on it. Plain. Boring. Blech. On the UP side, Meeker planned out a very cool 8 mile run for us tomorrow that goes by the Denver Bronco’s training fields. Whoo! Maybe we will see them practicing! Talk about motivation.