Mr. D and a Goody Bag

Mr. D:

This school year, Delaney had a male teacher for the first time ever. He's quite an intelligent fellow.

The first week of school he taught the kids magic tricks and their only homework was to go home and perform the tricks for anyone willing to watch. That's one way to start the year off right.

More evidence of his ingeniousness came last week. All the girls in his class were whisked off to the Multi-Purpose Room to watch the movie (ya know, the one they show 5th grade girls across America. It's about menstru...uh, yeah, that movie.)

Anyway, when the boys asked what the movie was about, Mr. D simply said, "Jump roping."

Well, of course that quenched any interest that the boys may have had.

His clever plan did not end there. He also timed the return of the girls (some of whom were sporting the classic deer-in-the-headlights look) with the passing out of popsicles to all the students. What 11 year old boy is going to query a shell-shocked looking girl when he's got his hands on a Fudgsicle?

The Goody Bag:

After viewing the movie, the girls were each given a bag of stuff. Delaney brought hers home and we perused its contents together. There were pamphlets (from which I learned a few things :)), some feminine products and a stick of deodorant.

We laughed about the phrase that was boldly emblazoned across the bag in bright, colorful letters:

It's a happy time!

Perhaps a more apropos statement would be:

Deal with it. Billions do.