It all began quite innocuously. We were celebrating the last poetry class before Spring Break with the traditional Kickaboo-Joy-Juice-brownies and silly games about rhyme and meter, when I made a potentially lethal suggestion. “Let’s go take some pictures outside,” I said, looking out the window at the sun we hadn’t seen in so long. Had I stopped to think even briefly about Taelyr’s beginning-of-class stunt, I might have hesitated to unleash him and his cohorts-in-adventure on the great outdoors. You see, he’d entered the classroom minutes before with his typical flair and verve, climbed onto a desk, and done this (earning an 8.3 from the Russian judge for style and lift)…
Sadly, Taelyr isn’t the only member of the class who aspires to a broken back and insurance depletion. Collin tried his hand at a two-part stunt that went something like this:
Step 1 – Launch yourself off Taelyr’s back like a rabid toad leaping from a pond.
Step 2 – Land on poor, longsuffering Austin with your body frozen in the exact position of those plastic soldiers in parachutes I used to play with as a child.
Collin’s head was finally put to good use as it played a major “supporting role” in the procedure. It’s right about at this point (below) that someone asked, “Did anyone step in dog pooh? ’cause I’m smelling something really bad!”
Poor Kristoff apparently suffered the worst of it, as his face in the following photo attests. He started whining about pain and looking like he was about to burst into tears, which had the unfortunate effect of making his “friends” laugh all the harder.
It ended as all good things must end (except the real Egyptian pyramids)–in disaster…accompanied by some writhing and very un-he-man-ly moaning. Anyone else wonder where Taelyr’s other leg is??
We eventually decided that it might be wiser to limit our activities to more traditional open-air adventures like wheelbarrow races. Note how far back Laurel and Collin are lagging!
At that point, I decid
ed that it was time to drag my rambunctious poets out of harm’s way and back to the safety of a classroom where their only reprehensible behavior is generally limited to contrived rhyme (ie. “My love is like a dove”) and A.D.D excesses!
Special thoughts go out to Bethany and Rebekah who were sadly missing on our last day of school!
Have I mentioned how much I love this little class of inspiring wordsmiths? I give them a hard time and occasionally have to resort to my Aunt Michele voice to keep them in check, but way down deep, below the teacher-slash-tyrant, lies a giggling woman who is oh-so-blessed by the gift of knowing them!