College of Irony

Whoo-Hoo!

I just turned in my last assignment for college this semester! It’s also, like, two weeks early so that is awesome. Now I am getting ready to launch into an internship working in a early childhood education facility.

That is kinda ironic.

I mean, really- I have to pay the college in order that I can work a bunch of hours for free to prove that I know how to work with kids, all for a degree that I am only getting to prove that I already know how to work with children.

*Sigh.* Adulthood makes no sense sometimes.

 

Chicken

“Are you playing with fried chicken?”

My little sister nods, flailing the plastic drumstick in my face. “Bawk-bawk.”

“No, that’s the sound chickens make. This is ‘chicken’.” I reply. She nods.

“Bawk-bawk.”

“No, ‘chi-cken’.”

“Ba-wk-bawk.”

“No, ‘CHIIIIII-CKEN’.”

“BAAAAAAAAWK-bawk.”

“Bawk-bawk?” she asks, handing it to me.

“Sure, I’d love a bite of bawk-bawk. Thanks.”

No Clothes

Little kids are like puppies. Neither likes to be dressed up in cute little outfits. Once you do force them into clothes, they immediately take off what they can and will continue trying to get the rest off…unless you distract them with something like toys or chocolate (the kids, not the dogs).

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