Children tend to say a lot of off-topic things, and I usually make them stop and save it for recess and lunch. If we went down every rabbit trail, we’d never reach our destination. Sometimes, though, I just have to go along.
During a math worksheet:
Student: (looks up and beams) Miss C., I like you.
Me: Well, I like you too. That’s convenient, isn’t it?
Student: Well, of course, you’re a teacher, so you like students! (looks back down and completes worksheet)
Student (a different one): You know what would be fun? If you could make yourself this tall and this wide and this thick (uses fingers to show something roughly the size of half a toothpick), and then you could sneak onto people’s shoulders and pretend to be their conscience. . .
Me: But it’d be hard to buy clothes.
Other students: What about doll clothes? Maybe you wouldn’t need to wear clothes; nobody could see you very well. Maybe you could make clothes. What would you make clothes out of? And you might get vacuumed up.
Me: (What have I started? This could go on a long time if I let it, and there’s a lot of school left, so I launch into killjoy mode) And your next word is. . .