Wednesday, April 12, 2006

So I mentor a first-grade boy named Dakota for an hour each week. I try my best to make sure that he has fun and that he's comfortable talking and sharing with me. I'm not his mentor because he's a discipline case or because he has academic issues. From what I gather, his teacher and the social worker thought he needed some help opening up and being social. So every week I make sure to ask him how his week went, if he did anything new or exciting or if he had anything fun to share. This week, he didn't really have much to say. When I asked him what he did this past week, he told me he slept when at home and had nothing to report about school. So to get him talking, I made a game out of it. We were playing catch and I made the rule that when you have the ball, you have to say something interesting about yourself. I started by saying, "I have three sisters," and the game went from there. The reason for my post is the following exchange:

Me: "My favorite music is rock and roll." (I toss the ball to Dakota)
Dakota: "My favorite music is 'My Humps.'" (He tosses the ball to me)
Me: "You like 'My Humps?' Do you even know the words?"
Dakota: (while shaking his hips) "Whatcha gon' do with all the junk, all the junk in your trunk..... That's all I know. But I know there's bad words in it too."
Me: "Yes, yes there are bad words."

Kids are funny.

1 Comments:

At 8:39 PM, Blogger EEWill said...

LOL!!! OMG. What a cutie, though I think it's sad he knows the WORDS!

 

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