Friday, January 11, 2008

More From the Drama Queens

Yesterday, I found this note in my mailbox at school. (See yesterday's post if you don't know what I'm talking about. I'll wait.) Chuckling, I tucked it into my "Funny" file (for those days when I need a laugh) and sent an email to Sassy, courtesy of Mrs. M:

"Dear Sassy, Thank you for the nice apology note. I forgive you, Mrs.4444."

This morning, I stopped to supervise a growing group of students whose teacher had not yet arrived to open the classroom door. Sassy, Silly, and Spunky were there. Apparently remembering me from our "incident," one cheerfully calls out (even though she's right in front of me), "HI!!"

Because I still don't know, I smile and ask, "What is your name??" She replies, “Sassy.” Remembering that Sassy is the one who signed the apology note, but Spunky (who is now standing nearby) was the one who smacked me, I say, “Aren’t you the one who wrote the apology note to me yesterday??” Instantly somber, Sassy nods and replies, “Yes. I hit you. I’m sorry.”

“What are you talking about?! You aren’t the one who hit me!” I said, pointing to Spunky. “She is!?”

Sassy immediately thrusts an accusing finger towards Spunky and shouts, “SHE did it!”

Spunky says, “I did it!” jumps up to me, puts her head on my shoulder and says, “I sorry.”

Thoroughly confused, I again went to Mrs. M to share the interaction. It turns out that after the incident, she and the aides weren’t really sure who had smacked me, because I hadn’t known who was whom. When confronted after lunch, Sassy had been the first to reply to the question, "Which one of you hit Mrs.4444?"

“I did it. I hit Mrs. 4444.”

“No!" asserted Spunky. "I did it! I hit Mrs.4444.”

“I hate myself for what I've done!” a forlorn Silly insisted. "I hit Mrs. 4444."

All three drama queens insisted that they had been the one to smack me, and they begged to be the one to write an apology note. Mrs. M and the aides could not figure out who had been the "spanker," but figured it was Sassy, since she had been the first to "confess," (and it fit with her history.) Sassy, full of self-imporance (her friends jealous) got to write the apology note.

That is how I met Silly, Sassy, and Spunky (and how I learned where to go if I ever need to squeeze a false confession out of someone.)


  1. This is such a cute story. Who would have thought hitting you would have a sweet ending??

    As a side note, I think your blog settings stop anyone with google reader or bloglines or any RSS feed thing (I'm so technical) from subscribing to your blog. I use google reader to catch up on posts, so I'm sometimes a little slower on your because I get too reliant on it!

  2. Holy cow with bells on, that was soooo funny! I would love to meet the three S's. They sound great!

  3. That was just so terribly sweet.
    It literally gave me warm fuzzies...the goose bumpy kind, not the little footsy slip ons...

  4. That is an adorable story! I love how the fought to write the sorry note.


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