Last week I had a hilarious encounter with a boy who attends Jonathan's school. I was sitting on a bench in the lobby waiting to pick Jonathan up for lunch and was joined by a chunky, jolly fellow named Nathan who was waiting for a bus to take him to another program. Here follows our brief conversation:
Me: So, what grade are you in?
Nathan: Well, I'm really in five but I say I'm in six because I got held back a year.
Me: So are you in Ms. Beckstead's class then?
Nathan: No, I'm in Mrs. Cooper's class. I was in Ms. Beckstead's but my friend [so-and-so] was in the same class.
Me: Oh, and they thought they should separate you?
Nathan: Yeah ... on account of last year I accidentally stabbed him with a pair of scissors.
Nathan: Yeah ... we have our ups and downs.
I certainly hope that wasn't one of the ups!