Monthly Archives: September 2008

Why I Love Hannah’s 4th Grade Teacher

I knew I liked Hannah’s teacher when she came home singing the following song:

“Brown Squirrel”
(First and second verse, as taught to Hannah and her classmates:)

Brown squirrel, brown squirrel,
Shake your bushy tail
Brown squirrel, brown squirrel,
Shake your bushy tail

Crinkle up your little nose
Put a nut between your toes
Brown squirrel, brown squirrel,
Shake your bushy tail

Cute, right?

And now, original verses three and four, as taught to nineteen 4th graders:

(I swear I am not making this up.)

“Dead Squirrel”

Dead squirrel, dead squirrel
Touched the power line
Dead squirrel, dead squirrel
Touched the power line

Why he did it, no one knows,
Barbecued his little toes.
Dead squirrel, dead squirrel
Touched the power line

I think we’re going to have an excellent school year.

Regarding that Inevitable Beginning of the School Year Fire Drill

Hannah: Oh, by the way, I had a firedrill today.

Sam: You did?? Hannah, did you freak out?

Hannah: No, but I threw my library book up in the air.

Sam: Last time I heard a fire alarm, you know what it felt like? Intense pressure in my lower intestine, a fast beating heart, and my brain felt like it was on fire.