Me: Two. 4-year-old: It was nine. Teaching her to count was a mistake.
Me: *slowly counting on fingers* let's see... ok... carry the 1... um... That would be everything
Cus they love to count YAAAARds.
Beer in each hand!
Grols
Pupil: I get up early!
Three. One to find the mistake and two to discuss the significance of it.
He had only one pupil.
WATERRR THOOOOOSSSSSEEEEE!!!!
Eric Clapton wouldn't drop a bag of cocaine out a window
4-year-old: Nothing. Me: 4: Me: OK. Parenting is easier than it looks.