Making Breakfast?

We spent our one and only residency outside of Montana (in Idaho) this past week. It was outstanding. The kids were incredibly talented, well behaved and respectful. It was just the change we needed and encouragement to keep us going the next 5 weeks before spring break. I've been writing down funny things that happen during the week and sticking them in my purse as we go along fully intending to write them down in the blog, and as we go I never can seem to find them later. I guess that's someone's way to tell me to force my memory to work harder. I also finished another one of my applications and submitted it. Two down, two to go. Getting ready.
One of the more entertaining was during a teaching session a little girl randomly stops me mid song and says "I know a boy named McAbe (pronounced similar to Macabre but with a short a vowel) who should be an animal." My response was "okay, moving on..." Later that same teaching session I asked "What was your friends name again?" She responded "McAbe. But he's not my friend. He called a a bitch on the bus twice." My only suitable reaction was to look shocked and put my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing aloud. Luckily the assistant director covered for me and said "that's not suitable language for rehearsal." I died.
During the same teaching session I was working through a song called "Hula Bula", my least favorite to teach. A lyric in the song goes as follows "they learned to hula from a teacher, learned it after school-a/the teacher made it lots of fun 'cause she was from Missoula!" One of the kids wisely said "you told us you're from Kansas." I responded by singing it through the next time with "they learned to hula from a teacher, learned it after school-a/the teacher made it lots of fun 'cause she was from (deadpan) Kansas." They thought I was a laugh riot. And we all know how much I love that.
We did a workshop about improv and miming with a group of 3-5 graders and during the session we played a game called mime rhyme. Dave said "I'm thinking of a word that rhymes with rat."
A little girl raises her hand and comes up, begins miming opening a jar which doesn't have anything that rhymes with rat involved...
Another kid raises her hand to guess and says "making breakfast?"
Dave's reaction "What?"
It's hilarious to see what children come up with when left to their own devices.
Dave's birthday is tomorrow and I will be making a first ever ice cream cake. Oh lord, I hope it goes well.
I read Burned by Ellen Hopkins this week. I recommend it to anyone looking for a dark story with an unconventional writing style. It was beautiful and I tore through it. I'm behind the times, but I finally saw Milk. I definitely understand why Sean Penn won. And I saw Choke. I don't know why it didn't do well in theatres, it was fantastic! That's all the rambling I have in store for now- until next week.