Watching Rio With a Third Grade Class
Third grade is going nuts with excitement.
Their exuberant joy is beyond normal, urged on by a video cartoon.
Star of the show is a sassy talking blue parrot.
Six to eight of the louder eight-year-olds are yelling now.
It is their lunch time. Guess who their supervisor is.
I forgot how young they are.
They bray like crazed donkeys over slap stick idiocy; it's new to them.
I join in now, laughing more loudly than they have ever heard.
Their joviality stops; they are staring.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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