Was That a Threat?

One of my students claimed to his house coordinator that he'd felt threatened by me today.  (In fact, the student did not even have me in class today.)

His house coordinator showed up in my classroom to check in with me about this concern (not really being worried that I had actually threatened anybody, but wanting to know how the student was doing in my room, so we could make a plan for improvement.)

When he walked in during my planning period, I was in the midst of singing (and signing, no less, elbows planted in my ribs) "My Laugh Is an Evil Laugh," complete with stomping feet and "Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! DIE!"

The coordinator just about died laughing.  I just about died of embarrassment, but covered well, since I *do* have the "crazy" reputation.  "Was this your threat?" was the question. 

"What threat?  This is but T-Rexian nature,"  I said as composedly as anyone caught stomping about her own classroom like a dinosaur can.  We sorted out the kid's problem.

For the rest of the day, I had people murmuring to me "Ha, ha ha ha.  Ha, ha, ha, ha.  Ha, ha, ha, ha, DIE!"  (I consider this a win, actually.)

In my defense, I claim to be but a minion of Seanan McGuire.

Simple Pleasures

One of my simple pleasures of reading Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus! to Sparkle is when we get to the line: 

"I bet your mom would let me."

The knowing giggle of disbelief, followed by "No!" is so charming!