Today I taught 4th grade at St. Paul’s. I love teaching. At least, I love teaching well-behaved children 
Honestly, every time I step back into an education setting I’m reminded how much I enjoy it. Good thing I have lots of Backroads family trips coming my way this season!
After lunch and choir on Fridays the kids have California history. We were talking about ranchos and vaqueros – I found it so interesting! There was a drawing of a rancho on one of the pages and I asked the kids, What do you see?
A vaquero strangling a cow! shouted Peter*.
A dog with a bandanna! exclaimed Jasmine.
A romantic couple! giggled Sarah, pointing out the man and woman strolling down the lane, holding hands.
Sex! blurted Danny.
SEX?
Danny, what did you say? I asked carefully.
I see sex!
Um. I frantically glanced over the page. Was this a weird California porno history book? Where the author craftily spelled out the word sex like they supposedly do in Disney movies? Were there people fornicating amidst the cattle and horses and outdoor ovens?
I was about to say, Danny, that’s TOTALLY inappropriate language when he bounded up to me at the podium. Look! he smiled, pointing at the three burlap sacks at the side of the river. Sacks!
Oh. SACKS.
This is why it’s important to enunciate. And to have good hearing.
*names have been changed to protect the innocent
