Tag: kids

lmao9:

idk what it is about kids these days that makes them so funny but in any case my friend just told us about how her younger sister babysits for a 7 and 9 yr old and one day they said they wanted to play “bus drivers” and they made wheels and everything but then the game was just being bus drivers at a union meeting discussing their problems

captn-sara-holmes:

So I’ve had a refugee join my class this week, and he’s got pretty minimal English. Hasn’t stopped the kids in my class in the slightest though: they’ve helped him with his vocab work, kept him company while the rest of the year rehearses the end of year play (because its about evacuees and the air raid noises freaked him out), invited him to play every game.

And TODAY OH MY GOD TODAY we had assembly, and every week one child per class gets a headteacher award for doing something great. After the awards had been dished out, one kid puts his hand up and frantically whispers to me “can i say something?” Now this lad is what we usually refer to as a lovable rogue. I give him the benefit of the doubt, wave over to the headteacher and kind of derail the assembly, going “um yeah I think one of my kids wants to say something?”

This boy stands up. Takes a deep breath. Says in front of the whole motherfucking school, all 500 kids and teachers, “so this is my new friend, he’s only been in England two weeks and only been in school two days but he’s trying really hard with his English and he’s really kind. So we think be should have an award too.”

Everyone clapped and I was just a sobbing mess at the back, mascara everywhere, girls in my class going “Miss are you okay” and patting my shoulder and I’m just like “yeah you guys are just so awesome that my eyes are leaking.”

deliverusfromsburb:

I witnessed something wonderful on my walk today.

We went down to the park, where the lake drains under a footbridge into a stone-lined gully that someone generous might call a creek. Usually it’s a trickle at best, but it poured last night, and the water was still moving pretty briskly. 

As we got closer, I heard kids yelling, so we went over to have a look. I was nervous, because earlier this summer we’d seen a mother cat and her kittens hanging out a few times in the (then bone dry) spillway. We hadn’t seen them in over a month, but I didn’t want to think of them being there when the water started coming down.

Instead, when I looked over the side of the bridge, I saw a skinny kid (maybe 8-10 years old) carrying an enormous catfish clasped in both arms.

The catfish had to be the length of this kid’s torso, and it was flopping around trying to escape, but the kid doggedly kept climbing over mud and slippery rocks until he reached the lake and chucked the fish in. And behind him came… another kid, holding a fish.

When the lake flooded, it must’ve washed a bunch of these catfish downstream, where they collected in pools. Now the water levels are starting to go down, and the fish are trapped, doomed to dry up and die. Not on these kids’ watch. As we watched, they rescued four fish, and one of the adults present said there were at least six left. The kids showed no sign of stopping. This is the kind of thing you love as a kid, a life or death mission you can throw your heart and soul into while getting gleefully covered in muck and slime. I was tempted to offer my assistance, but this was their Quest, and I did not want to impose.

When we continued on, the Great Fish Rescue was still going strong. Godspeed, kids. In a time of such great discord and meanspirited behavior, you will live on in my memory as a beacon of goodwill.