I am still slaving away at summer school. We have a group of little children that are young, around two, called the minis. They are hilarious.
There is this one cute, chubby little guy and he is funny every single day.
We make the children remain at the table until everyone is finished with their lunch.
He said to me, "I'm excused."
"What? Who excused you?"
"I am excused. I'm excused.
Mr. I am excused had to stay at the table for another few minutes. But, he tried to leave a few times.
He finally got his wish and shot across the room like a rocket.
