So I work at a Tae kwon do school, and teach a lot of children. I always love messing with the children because well, lets face it, they are not all the brightest crayons in the box. Unfortunately, martial arts tend to draw both athletes, but also those who need to learn to protect themselves because of their nerdy/geekyness (like my boyfriend… I mean… oops.)
I never like to miss an opportunity to scar a child, frighten them, or just plain make them cry. Call me cruel, but someone has to give these kids a tough skin. Plus standing for 4 hours every day and counting can get a little old. I need to liven things up a little.
The other night at work, I had a fantastic opportunity, and I took it.
There is a program at my school call the Little Ninjas for children 4-6 years old. I’m usually in charge of these kids. I know, what were they thinking?
So the kid asks me, while I’m trying to teach no less, how old I am. I reply quite frankly:
“I am 112 years old, but I drink the blood of children to stay looking young.”
He stares at me a moment, trying to comprehend what I just said. Then says:
“But you look 21….”
In response, I add:
“I only look 21 because I drink the blood of children. Now be quiet before I drink your blood. I feel like I’m starting to look 22.”
He didn’t say a word for the rest of class. He probably went home and told his mom and I’m going to go back to a serious complaint.
It was worth it though. Totally worth it. That kid wont look at me the same ever again, I’ll bet.
ahahahahahahahahaha! *turns into a bat and flys away*
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very nice!
get some fangs for the next time he’s in class.
Comment by mlah 04.27.07 @ 11:35 am