3rd grade girl (3GG): Um.
me: Are you kidding me?
3GG: Well, no.
me: I'd like to visit with you in the hall.
So I get the rest started on whatever I can pull out of my special teacher storage place...(also known as my butt for those of you not in the teaching profession).... and casually walk out to the hall. 3GG is squatted down like a frog. And so I squat in much the same manner only I am 42, 5'11 and weigh, well enough to know better.
me: Did you cut your hair?
3GG: Well, yes.
3GG: Well. I've always wanted to see how I looked with shorter hair.
3GG: (she's silent. she's got nothing.)
me: Are you trained...to cut hair?
3GG: Well, no. I'm a third grader.
me: Exactly. Third graders do not cut their own hair. You may cut hair when you have been trained to cut hair.
3GG: OK. But I really do wonder what I would look like with shorter hair.
I thought I was gonna bust a gut wide open. I had another adult in the room at the time and we made no eye contact whatsoever because we would have laughed OUT LOUD. This little girl was very matter of fact and nonchalant about the whole deal.
Her mother? Not so much.
But I bet she doesn't cut hair again until she is trained to cut hair. And I won't be squatting like a frog again anytime soon. Just sayin'.