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.