Today our music teacher came into my classroom to explain that one of her beaver puppets had been taken during music time yesterday. She didn't know if it was my class and was talking to all the classes. She politely and kindly told the kids how disappointed she was in it being lost, how the game was ruined without it, and if they had any information to let her know or the teacher. Before she could leave the room this conversation happened.
Student: (who shall remain nameless although he has been mentioned in most of the entries from this year and I suspect will continue, all year, to find his antics written about) I didn't take it, you know. Last year I had a bad habit. I was a stealer. I stole a lot of stuff last year. But, I've given up that habit. I haven't stolen anything this year .... at least not anything of importance.
Music Teacher: (because I had turned around and was laughing hysterically, yet silently) Well, [student] you shouldn't steal at all.
Student: I know that is why I have given up that habit. But, I bet someone else has stolen my bad habit and is now a stealer. Yep, I bet that is what happened.
My guess? That beaver puppet didn't look so important and is now at [student's] home, tucked under his bed until it will be dragged out and consumed by the family dog. Poor Mr. Beaver.
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