<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637</id><updated>2011-10-11T01:06:32.102-04:00</updated><category term='Lex'/><category term='Tom'/><category term='Max W.'/><category term='Milo'/><category term='Francis'/><category term='Steph'/><category term='Alicia'/><category term='Guest B'/><category term='Oliver'/><category term='Kevin'/><category term='Linda'/><category term='Brie'/><category term='Fred'/><category term='Max H.'/><category term='Lisa'/><category term='George'/><category term='Martin'/><category term='John'/><category term='Russell'/><category term='Rudy'/><category term='Kailyn'/><category term='Terry'/><category term='Charles'/><category term='Mandy'/><category term='Sammy'/><category term='Sam'/><category term='Matt'/><category term='Jason'/><category term='Seth'/><category term='Andy'/><category term='Sandy'/><category term='Benji'/><category term='Alan'/><category term='J'/><category term='Will'/><category term='E'/><category term='John B.'/><category term='Caitlan'/><title type='text'>kids are assholes</title><subtitle type='html'>As we all know, little kids can be real assholes. Here I present a few examples of their asshole behaviours. I've worked with children for several years now, so I can easily pick out the most asshole of all the assholes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-7871877227125597929</id><published>2011-01-10T22:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:13:02.260-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russell'/><title type='text'>Bro Hug</title><content type='html'>Grade 11 Russell asked me for a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bro hug&lt;/span&gt; today. I obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/TSvKA5N1BKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sbnHq-ZuaHs/s1600/untitledghh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/TSvKA5N1BKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sbnHq-ZuaHs/s400/untitledghh.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560760281626641570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/TSvKGg3TWmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/p3Ch8MYnVH8/s1600/untitledghgfhhghjgh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/TSvKGg3TWmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/p3Ch8MYnVH8/s400/untitledghgfhhghjgh.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560760378168924770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-7871877227125597929?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/7871877227125597929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2011/01/bro-hug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/7871877227125597929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/7871877227125597929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2011/01/bro-hug.html' title='Bro Hug'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/TSvKA5N1BKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sbnHq-ZuaHs/s72-c/untitledghh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-5785424641378126714</id><published>2010-12-06T22:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:46:49.401-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andy'/><title type='text'>Predicting</title><content type='html'>Turns out Andy, the speller, can also do math pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Is Michael 10? Is he 14?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Andy:&lt;/span&gt; No! He isn't 100, okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-5785424641378126714?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/5785424641378126714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/12/predicting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/5785424641378126714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/5785424641378126714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/12/predicting.html' title='Predicting'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-4339424727355611124</id><published>2010-11-23T21:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:32:38.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional Development</title><content type='html'>This is a note passed to me and my colleague by a real-live teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/TOx5N3y_B6I/AAAAAAAAACo/Gv9i_7Jgp6I/s1600/IMG000690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/TOx5N3y_B6I/AAAAAAAAACo/Gv9i_7Jgp6I/s400/IMG000690.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542938520609294242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-4339424727355611124?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/4339424727355611124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/11/professional-development.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/4339424727355611124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/4339424727355611124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/11/professional-development.html' title='Professional Development'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/TOx5N3y_B6I/AAAAAAAAACo/Gv9i_7Jgp6I/s72-c/IMG000690.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-3909524780112209780</id><published>2010-11-20T22:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:40:41.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's college</title><content type='html'>Such a joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor sent me this letter, regarding a shitty assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/TOiUoml5nNI/AAAAAAAAACg/ToParc3W1Tg/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/TOiUoml5nNI/AAAAAAAAACg/ToParc3W1Tg/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541842766754585810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-3909524780112209780?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/3909524780112209780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/11/teachers-college.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/3909524780112209780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/3909524780112209780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/11/teachers-college.html' title='Teacher&apos;s college'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/TOiUoml5nNI/AAAAAAAAACg/ToParc3W1Tg/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-561831891205662657</id><published>2010-11-18T23:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T23:03:57.929-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George'/><title type='text'>Pound?</title><content type='html'>Grade 11 George asked me today whether or not I was going to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. What?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-561831891205662657?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/561831891205662657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/11/pound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/561831891205662657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/561831891205662657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/11/pound.html' title='Pound?'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-3243206971944161621</id><published>2010-11-14T01:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T01:24:32.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>+/-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/TN-AkeQ_zVI/AAAAAAAAACY/OJvqHo89s-I/s1600/IMG000688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/TN-AkeQ_zVI/AAAAAAAAACY/OJvqHo89s-I/s400/IMG000688.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539287430776999250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-3243206971944161621?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/3243206971944161621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/3243206971944161621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/3243206971944161621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='+/-'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/TN-AkeQ_zVI/AAAAAAAAACY/OJvqHo89s-I/s72-c/IMG000688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-7595082389259956060</id><published>2010-11-08T20:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T20:30:55.723-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandy'/><title type='text'>The most wonderful time of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;We went to Starbucks and asked for something festive, but coffee. So I got a French Vanilla with a mint flavour shots. It was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; festive!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-7595082389259956060?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/7595082389259956060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/11/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/7595082389259956060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/7595082389259956060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/11/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='The most wonderful time of the year'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-295481873758239618</id><published>2010-11-05T23:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T23:34:50.539-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rudy'/><title type='text'>EXPLOSION</title><content type='html'>We were making posters for Grade 11 Math class and one student says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm gonna draw an explosion. Cause I'm manly like that.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-295481873758239618?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/295481873758239618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/11/explosion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/295481873758239618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/295481873758239618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/11/explosion.html' title='EXPLOSION'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-239747900844449998</id><published>2010-09-12T23:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:43:46.213-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andy'/><title type='text'>Spelling</title><content type='html'>This one you've got to read aloud to achieve the best effect:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Andy, do you know how to spell your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Andy (5 years old): &lt;/span&gt; A - ANDY - Y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-239747900844449998?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/239747900844449998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/09/spelling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/239747900844449998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/239747900844449998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/09/spelling.html' title='Spelling'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-754102116402197737</id><published>2010-08-27T13:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T13:23:25.144-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alan'/><title type='text'>Bat on bat violence</title><content type='html'>Sixth-grader, Alan was explaining to me how you can be mean when you're scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For example, if there was a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bat&lt;/span&gt; flying around your head but you were extremely scared of it, you would grab a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bat&lt;/span&gt; and whack it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, puns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-754102116402197737?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/754102116402197737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/08/bat-on-bat-violence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/754102116402197737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/754102116402197737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/08/bat-on-bat-violence.html' title='Bat on bat violence'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-8448640522776231209</id><published>2010-07-23T19:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T19:35:07.878-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>1 000 000</title><content type='html'>I'm currently teaching high school math to three very ept students. Whenever they have questions, I know I'll be stumped because these girls get everything I get.&lt;br /&gt;So it surprised me when in the middle of a test, one of my girls asked me "what's the number one million?"&lt;br /&gt;I refused to answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-8448640522776231209?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/8448640522776231209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/07/1-000-000.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/8448640522776231209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/8448640522776231209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/07/1-000-000.html' title='1 000 000'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-2722729798175793202</id><published>2010-07-06T23:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T23:16:13.494-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><title type='text'>Rock band</title><content type='html'>I've got a Grade 10 high school student, John, who's in a rock band. I decided to share this information with another student of mine, Jason, Grade 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jason:&lt;/span&gt; Does that guy come here to get tutored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. His name's John and he's in a band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jason:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah... he looks like he's in a band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-2722729798175793202?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/2722729798175793202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/07/rock-band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/2722729798175793202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/2722729798175793202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/07/rock-band.html' title='Rock band'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-1968001287741060888</id><published>2010-06-23T14:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T14:58:54.628-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J'/><title type='text'>Learning Languages</title><content type='html'>One of our newest students recently arrived in Canada from China. Today he went on a walk with my co-worker, learning names of nouns on the street. My co-worker, J, trying to refresh his memory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; If there is a fire, where does the water come out of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fred, 16:&lt;/span&gt; Fire... fire... hy -- he -- uhhh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, you almost got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fred:&lt;/span&gt; Fire hose-tree!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-1968001287741060888?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/1968001287741060888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/06/learning-languages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/1968001287741060888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/1968001287741060888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/06/learning-languages.html' title='Learning Languages'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-8776878004550582530</id><published>2010-06-08T02:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:39:15.631-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was chatting with my co-worker about baseball games and trying to be subtle because there were kids around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; So can you get &lt;u&gt;beverages&lt;/u&gt; at baseball games?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jason (Grade 5):&lt;/span&gt; You can get beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-8776878004550582530?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/8776878004550582530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-was-chatting-with-my-co-worker-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/8776878004550582530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/8776878004550582530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-was-chatting-with-my-co-worker-about.html' title=''/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-8076760491682417785</id><published>2010-06-04T17:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T02:56:56.846-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><title type='text'>Phobias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kevin:&lt;/span&gt; Terrence, I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kevin:&lt;/span&gt; Well, there's this really popular girl in my class. She's apparently the most popular girl in the whole of Grade 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; So why are you scared? Is she being mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kevin:&lt;/span&gt; She bit me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-8076760491682417785?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/8076760491682417785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/06/phobias.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/8076760491682417785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/8076760491682417785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/06/phobias.html' title='Phobias'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-6340077110654851437</id><published>2010-05-23T19:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:08:06.332-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max H.'/><title type='text'>It's like my iPod's stuck on replay</title><content type='html'>Max H. was trying to explain this new song about Johnny and Melanie. I had no idea what he was talking about. Then I realised that mondegreens (misheard lyrics) are the best from kids. Max was singing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Johnny's likes Melanie in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Iyaz's hit song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXxV9g7lsFE"&gt;"Replay"&lt;/a&gt; contain the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shawty's like a melody in my head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-6340077110654851437?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/6340077110654851437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-like-my-ipods-stuck-on-replay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/6340077110654851437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/6340077110654851437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-like-my-ipods-stuck-on-replay.html' title='It&apos;s like my iPod&apos;s stuck on replay'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-3356566243146762504</id><published>2010-05-17T13:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T13:23:09.084-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John B.'/><title type='text'>Spiders</title><content type='html'>John B., SK, made quite an insight the other day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Spiders poo the string for webs!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine living in a house made of your feces...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-3356566243146762504?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/3356566243146762504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/05/spiders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/3356566243146762504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/3356566243146762504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/05/spiders.html' title='Spiders'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-4651476349461383262</id><published>2010-05-09T16:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T16:43:24.606-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caitlan'/><title type='text'>Ice cream</title><content type='html'>Fun fact of the day according to Caitlan: everyone's favourite dessert, ice cream, is made of snow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-4651476349461383262?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/4651476349461383262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/05/ice-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/4651476349461383262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/4651476349461383262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/05/ice-cream.html' title='Ice cream'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-3627546123099553220</id><published>2010-05-07T20:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:22:15.974-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><title type='text'>Hermes</title><content type='html'>You know you work with rich kids when they pronounce Hermes, Greek messenger god, as &lt;a href="http://www.hermes.com/"&gt;Hermès&lt;/a&gt; (air-mez), the luxury name brand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-3627546123099553220?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/3627546123099553220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/05/hermes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/3627546123099553220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/3627546123099553220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/05/hermes.html' title='Hermes'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-6859719804463799961</id><published>2010-05-05T02:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T02:13:09.218-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kailyn'/><title type='text'>SEVENTEEN</title><content type='html'>Seventh grader, Kailyn was very proud of all her accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kailyn:&lt;/span&gt; You know there was a dance on Friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Oh yeah. Did you dance with anybo---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kailyn:&lt;/span&gt; SEVENTEEN BOYS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-6859719804463799961?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/6859719804463799961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/05/seventeen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/6859719804463799961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/6859719804463799961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/05/seventeen.html' title='SEVENTEEN'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-5165886529192165088</id><published>2010-05-03T22:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:36:33.292-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandy'/><title type='text'>Twin love</title><content type='html'>Linda and Terry are twins. Mandy tells Linda that no one cares about her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Linda:&lt;/span&gt; My brother will care about my birthday. And his friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-5165886529192165088?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/5165886529192165088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/05/twin-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/5165886529192165088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/5165886529192165088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/05/twin-love.html' title='Twin love'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-700105600996221205</id><published>2010-04-29T22:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:35:54.950-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Francis'/><title type='text'>LOOBILOO</title><content type='html'>Francis, who is in Junior Kindergarten, had a paper airplane today, but this was not the one he was most proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;At home, I have a circle airplane that can do a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;loobiloo&lt;/span&gt; when I throw it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several repetitions of this sentence, I finally deciphered his message. A loobiloo is a loop-dee-loop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-700105600996221205?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/700105600996221205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/04/loobiloo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/700105600996221205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/700105600996221205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/04/loobiloo.html' title='LOOBILOO'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-4031188086198744078</id><published>2010-04-26T21:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:18:24.097-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seth'/><title type='text'>Coyote Avalanche!</title><content type='html'>Seth, our resident sports afficianado decided to quiz me today on NHL teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seth:&lt;/span&gt; I bet you don't even know any hockey teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Of course I do! The &lt;a href="http://coyotes.nhl.com/"&gt;Coyotes&lt;/a&gt;! I bet you don't even know where they're from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seth:&lt;/span&gt; Psht! Yeah I do. Uhmmm... wait, wait. Let me think! Ermmm... Oh yeah! The Colorado Avalanche!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-4031188086198744078?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/4031188086198744078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/04/coyote-avalanche.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/4031188086198744078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/4031188086198744078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/04/coyote-avalanche.html' title='Coyote Avalanche!'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-679385654749344096</id><published>2010-04-13T19:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:41:40.578-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom'/><title type='text'>Summertime</title><content type='html'>As the weather gets nicer, kids start gearing up for summer. How do we prepare for summer? Grounders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tom (with eyes closed, counting):&lt;/span&gt; ... Eight, nine, ten, eleven - oops! I mean... GROUNDERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-679385654749344096?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/679385654749344096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/04/summertime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/679385654749344096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/679385654749344096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/04/summertime.html' title='Summertime'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-5589577842770247402</id><published>2010-04-10T23:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:05:01.149-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caitlan'/><title type='text'>Pepperoni</title><content type='html'>So, we are ordering pizza and Caitlan (6 years old) suggests some pepperoni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I don't like pepperoni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Caitlan:&lt;/span&gt; Why? It's not pepper, just roni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-5589577842770247402?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/5589577842770247402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/04/pepperoni.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/5589577842770247402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/5589577842770247402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/04/pepperoni.html' title='Pepperoni'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-1582702783175116056</id><published>2010-04-06T22:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:38:57.139-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guest B'/><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>This is our first guest blog! How exciting!&lt;br /&gt;The following story comes to us by the way of friend, B.&lt;br /&gt;She was sitting on the bus beside an 8-year-old girl the other day and they had the following conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;B:&lt;/span&gt; Twenty-one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Oh! My dad's girlfriend is 24. He's like 39. It's kind of weird...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-1582702783175116056?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/1582702783175116056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/04/weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/1582702783175116056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/1582702783175116056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/04/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-3802032492657980161</id><published>2010-04-06T18:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T18:13:03.366-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benji'/><title type='text'>Random Acts of Kindness</title><content type='html'>Can't believe I haven't posted at all this month - sorry world, I've been busy with school. Gonna keep this short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Today is &lt;a href="http://www.actsofkindness.org/"&gt;RANDOM ACTS OF KINDNESS DAY&lt;/a&gt;. We thought we'd point it out to our kids. And straight away, the kids were being super kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Benji:&lt;/span&gt; I love you, Martin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Martin:&lt;/span&gt; What! Ew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-3802032492657980161?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/3802032492657980161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-acts-of-kindness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/3802032492657980161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/3802032492657980161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-acts-of-kindness.html' title='Random Acts of Kindness'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-8688273242855732131</id><published>2010-03-27T15:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T15:09:36.232-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max H.'/><title type='text'>π</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Max H:&lt;/span&gt; I have to go to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt; Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Max H:&lt;/span&gt; But not for the p-o-o word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt; Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Max H:&lt;/span&gt; For the p-i word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; For the pi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-8688273242855732131?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/8688273242855732131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/8688273242855732131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/8688273242855732131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='π'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-9032922306837223740</id><published>2010-03-24T00:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:18:12.836-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alicia'/><title type='text'>Kids are so forward these days</title><content type='html'>John and Alicia sitting in a tree...&lt;br /&gt;The two of them (both fifth-graders) are throwing foams at each other and Brie chimes in: "John, you look like you have the biggest crush on Alicia!"&lt;br /&gt;To which he replies, "Obviously."&lt;br /&gt;"What?!?"&lt;br /&gt;"I've had a crush on Alicia since Grade 3 - everyone knows that. Duh!"&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Alicia whips a huge piece of foam at John's head!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A FLIRT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-9032922306837223740?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/9032922306837223740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/03/kids-are-so-forward-these-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/9032922306837223740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/9032922306837223740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/03/kids-are-so-forward-these-days.html' title='Kids are so forward these days'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-1428164435245583734</id><published>2010-03-19T23:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:36:16.121-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milo'/><title type='text'>Milo</title><content type='html'>Biking down the streets today, I stumbled across my old summer camp (in March break camp obviously) and I was struck with vivid memories of funny and wonderful and lovely children. One of the best moments of the season happened when we were doing our ice-breaker games. The (super exciting) game was to say your name and your favourite food. A little excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;bold"&gt;"Hi, my name is Milo and my favourite food is Milo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://smaphilippinesupermarket.com/images/310soRXpTJL._SL500_AA275_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://smaphilippinesupermarket.com/images/310soRXpTJL._SL500_AA275_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-1428164435245583734?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/1428164435245583734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/03/milo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/1428164435245583734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/1428164435245583734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/03/milo.html' title='Milo'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-3260244514748747850</id><published>2010-03-18T21:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:34:35.568-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><title type='text'>St. Patty's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="green"&gt;In celebration of St. Patrick's Day, I have a real diddy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Matt:&lt;/span&gt; What do we celebrate on St. Patrick's Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; We celebrate a saint named Patrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Matt:&lt;/span&gt; Was he the saint of beer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Probably...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-3260244514748747850?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/3260244514748747850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-pattys-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/3260244514748747850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/3260244514748747850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-pattys-day.html' title='&lt;font color=&quot;green&quot;&gt;St. Patty&apos;s Day&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-5705443697657427812</id><published>2010-03-16T23:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:58:29.957-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steph'/><title type='text'>Some thing's never change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/S6BHN706OXI/AAAAAAAAACI/K8F1Aa35Cwc/s1600-h/03162010285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/S6BHN706OXI/AAAAAAAAACI/K8F1Aa35Cwc/s320/03162010285.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449433853841783154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/S6BHJdvYZiI/AAAAAAAAACA/XgJHEIHQ7E4/s1600-h/03162010284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/S6BHJdvYZiI/AAAAAAAAACA/XgJHEIHQ7E4/s320/03162010284.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449433777046054434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flashrolls.com/fun-games/Virtual-Bubblewrap.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Here's some for yourself!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-5705443697657427812?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/5705443697657427812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/03/somethings-never-change.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/5705443697657427812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/5705443697657427812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/03/somethings-never-change.html' title='Some thing&apos;s never change'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/S6BHN706OXI/AAAAAAAAACI/K8F1Aa35Cwc/s72-c/03162010285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-2156007240961950841</id><published>2010-03-14T23:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:08:11.798-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E'/><title type='text'>Colour blind?</title><content type='html'>Seven-year-old E has a bit of an identity crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; So E, you're half-brown, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E:&lt;/span&gt; What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Your dad is South Asian, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E:&lt;/span&gt; What? No! He's just realy tan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-2156007240961950841?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/2156007240961950841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/03/colour-blind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/2156007240961950841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/2156007240961950841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/03/colour-blind.html' title='Colour blind?'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-6848911770576431193</id><published>2010-03-11T00:38:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T00:54:11.109-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>See Food</title><content type='html'>At my job, it's an unfortunate coincidence that we serve snack in the arts and crafts room. One lucky day, we had Goldfish crackers for snack, you know, those cheesy baked delicious crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attention was directed elsewhere when I heard Oliver egging on Lex, "Eat the fish! Eat it!" Then a slight mumble filled the room, followed with intense giggles. If you work with kids, you know that giggling means something's up. I turn toward Oliver and he's got this innocent smile on his face - I knew something was wrong. I turn to Lex, and he's laughing uncontrollably. Turns out he ate a tiny foam fish meant for crafts! Oliver looks at me and insists that he thought they were candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.zoovy.com/img/designed2bsweet/-/2/tropicalfoamcraftshapes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 319px;" src="http://static.zoovy.com/img/designed2bsweet/-/2/tropicalfoamcraftshapes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the seafood made them see food...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-6848911770576431193?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/6848911770576431193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/03/see-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/6848911770576431193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/6848911770576431193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/03/see-food.html' title='See Food'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-4329485031989870640</id><published>2010-03-08T23:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:52:22.486-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linda'/><title type='text'>Bieber Fever</title><content type='html'>So if you don't know, Justin Bieber is kind of a huge deal. He's an even huger deal with kids. He's an even huger deal with Linda, a Grade 5 student. She absolutely adoooores JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Linda:&lt;/span&gt; Oh my God, you guys! Justin Bieber is so so so cute! I love Justin Bieber! I want to marry Justin Bieber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Terry:&lt;/span&gt; Justin Bieber's gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Linda:&lt;/span&gt; I know! He went on Oprah and announced it on national television. But he's still sooooo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://iluvlola.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Justin+Bieber+Justin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 594px;" src="http://iluvlola.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Justin+Bieber+Justin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, true love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-4329485031989870640?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/4329485031989870640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/03/bieber-fever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/4329485031989870640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/4329485031989870640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/03/bieber-fever.html' title='Bieber Fever'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-3678921574207373628</id><published>2010-03-06T01:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T01:08:34.823-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sammy'/><title type='text'>How do you tell a kid that her feet smell?</title><content type='html'>Usually when I tutor, I like to sit right beside my students to make it less formal and so I can help them better. However when Sammy (Grade 6) walked in the room, I knew this wasn't an option. Her Uggs were soaking and her entrance caused the room to go real sour real quick. It smelled exactly how it looked - nasty, grimey, stank, wet boots. I had never taken so many bathroom (more like breathing) breaks in one hour.&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off, Sammy asked me whether I had ever had athlete's foot. &lt;br /&gt;My response: get your feet checked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-3678921574207373628?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/3678921574207373628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-do-you-tell-kid-that-her-feet-smell.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/3678921574207373628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/3678921574207373628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-do-you-tell-kid-that-her-feet-smell.html' title='How do you tell a kid that her feet smell?'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-5015703206847975916</id><published>2010-03-02T13:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:03:57.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seth'/><title type='text'>When parents agree</title><content type='html'>When 10-year-old Seth was being a jerk, I told him like it is. He didn't appreciate my forthrightness. He decided to get me back by tattling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seth (whining):&lt;/span&gt; Mom! Terrence called me a jerk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; Well... Sometimes you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when parents agree with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-5015703206847975916?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/5015703206847975916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-parents-agree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/5015703206847975916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/5015703206847975916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-parents-agree.html' title='When parents agree'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-5757106060005894718</id><published>2010-02-28T15:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T16:08:27.675-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caitlan'/><title type='text'>How to diffuse a situation</title><content type='html'>Pull out your imagination caps!&lt;br /&gt;You've got a five-year-old girl crying in a corner. How do you convince her to stop? Tell her that Auntie is going to get mad at her for crying. So she attempts to stifle herself but to no avail...&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Tell her to shove her face in her brother's underwear drawer. An upset five-year-old now becomes an uncontrollably silly five-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/S4ra7pi7t8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/og_ncTdp9O4/s1600-h/30012010201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/S4ra7pi7t8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/og_ncTdp9O4/s320/30012010201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443403817930176450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later when she sees the photo, she makes a keen observation:&lt;br /&gt;"I look like a power ranger!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-5757106060005894718?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/5757106060005894718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-to-diffuse-situation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/5757106060005894718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/5757106060005894718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-to-diffuse-situation.html' title='How to diffuse a situation'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/S4ra7pi7t8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/og_ncTdp9O4/s72-c/30012010201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-5031486811425692696</id><published>2010-02-26T12:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:29:51.420-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><title type='text'>TEAMWORK</title><content type='html'>This summer I worked at a camp on a very hyper-sexualized street in Toronto. My group of campers decided that we should name ourselves TEAMWORK! Everyday, we'd take our kids for many downtown excursions, usually through the Gay Village. This one time, ten-year-old Jason, noticed something that really caught his eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look everyone! It says TEAMWORK! That sign says our team name!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was referring to &lt;a href="http://www.steamworksonline.com/toronto/toronto.html" target="_blank"&gt;STEAMWORKS (slightly NSFW)&lt;/a&gt;, Toronto's premium gay bathhouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-5031486811425692696?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/5031486811425692696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/02/teamwork.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/5031486811425692696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/5031486811425692696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/02/teamwork.html' title='TEAMWORK'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-1193435644391958677</id><published>2010-02-23T14:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:20:24.124-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martin'/><title type='text'>Brotherly Love</title><content type='html'>Lex, Grade 2, has quite a few things to say about his brother, Martin, Grade 5. I think he has a major inferiority complex because when Martin's not around, Lex really comes out of his shell. Here are a few examples:&lt;br /&gt;"My brother ate his own poo."&lt;br /&gt;"My brother wets his bed."&lt;br /&gt;"My brother had a hernia..."&lt;br /&gt;I question the truthfulness of these statements, but they're undeniably hilarious, especially since they come out of nowhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-1193435644391958677?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/1193435644391958677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/02/brotherly-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/1193435644391958677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/1193435644391958677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/02/brotherly-love.html' title='Brotherly Love'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-9216631446944176686</id><published>2010-02-23T00:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:57:31.785-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max H.'/><title type='text'>Lucky New Year!</title><content type='html'>When I finished tutoring little Max H., I walked into the lobby to meet his mother. Since it was New year, she handed me a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_envelope"&gt;Ang Pao&lt;/a&gt;, which was expected. We chatted for a bit and I thanked her for her the lucky gesture.&lt;br /&gt;The envelope felt a little thick, but I paid no mind because they are rich. I went to the next room to check how much money I got - it was $20. But wait, there was more!&lt;br /&gt;Inside a found a note, asking me to betray my employer and do some private home tutoring - skipping the middle man. I was quite offended by the note, seeing that it brought such a level of scandal to my Ang Pao. I was afraid that all the luck would be cancelled by this sneaky situation.&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts? How should I solve my problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/S4NuCOSO-ZI/AAAAAAAAABA/hGLPKuxARwA/s1600-h/scandalnote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/S4NuCOSO-ZI/AAAAAAAAABA/hGLPKuxARwA/s320/scandalnote.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441313759267060114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I asked my mom about my loss of luck. She said that it is actually luckier that there's scandal attached to my Ang Pao but only because that scandal will make me more money. But my mom thinks anything with money is lucky...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-9216631446944176686?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/9216631446944176686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/02/lucky-new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/9216631446944176686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/9216631446944176686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/02/lucky-new-year.html' title='Lucky New Year!'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPMZ2uQrKUs/S4NuCOSO-ZI/AAAAAAAAABA/hGLPKuxARwA/s72-c/scandalnote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-4179028425221996005</id><published>2010-02-19T21:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:09:05.999-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa'/><title type='text'>Age of Forgetfulness</title><content type='html'>A teeny tiny kindergartener, Lisa, has already hit that unfortunate stage where memory begins to decline. I'm going to bring her some crossword puzzles to improve her cognitive functioning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lisa:&lt;/span&gt; Where's my backpack? I can't find my backpack! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;5-second pause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lisa:&lt;/span&gt; Oh yeah! It's on my back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-4179028425221996005?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/4179028425221996005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/02/age-of-forgetfulness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/4179028425221996005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/4179028425221996005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/02/age-of-forgetfulness.html' title='Age of Forgetfulness'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-4486356542039486850</id><published>2010-02-19T00:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T00:27:04.617-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benji'/><title type='text'>Being helpful</title><content type='html'>Fifth-grader, Benji, decided to share some of his wisdom with his classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Charles:&lt;/span&gt; What's the website you're on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Benji:&lt;/span&gt; Lemon Arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Charles:&lt;/span&gt; Wait - what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Benji:&lt;/span&gt; Lemon Arcade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Charles:&lt;/span&gt; I can't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Benji:&lt;/span&gt; First type lemon, then arcade.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles:&lt;/span&gt; It's still not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Benji:&lt;/span&gt; Dot-com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-4486356542039486850?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/4486356542039486850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/02/being-helpful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/4486356542039486850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/4486356542039486850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/02/being-helpful.html' title='Being helpful'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-563313857843771485</id><published>2010-02-18T18:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:47:47.624-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max W.'/><title type='text'>I exclaim.</title><content type='html'>Teaching a Grade 6 kid how to engage a reader can be a real challenge. Max W.'s writing is very dull and formulaic. I showed him a few tricks of the trade: start with a joke, ask a question, a vivid anecdote. All he could come up with was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Max:&lt;/span&gt; I liked the book Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; That is a very boring sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Max:&lt;/span&gt; I liked the book Harry Potter&lt;font color="red"&gt;!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the power of the exclamation. Wait, let me rephrase. Ahh, the power of the exclamation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-563313857843771485?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/563313857843771485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-exclaim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/563313857843771485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/563313857843771485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-exclaim.html' title='I exclaim.'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-4958593118312492289</id><published>2010-02-15T23:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T23:46:01.501-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lex'/><title type='text'>Richard</title><content type='html'>A second-grader named Lex is smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;italic"&gt;Lex:&lt;/span&gt; Stop being such a dick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;italic"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Hey! Appropriate language, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;italic"&gt;Lex:&lt;/span&gt; Stop being such a Richard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-4958593118312492289?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/4958593118312492289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/02/richard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/4958593118312492289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/4958593118312492289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/02/richard.html' title='Richard'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-1988858736656139790</id><published>2010-02-14T14:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:01:31.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max H.'/><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To commemorate this glorious holiday, I will share with you a New Year anecdote:&lt;br /&gt;I was tutoring a Grade 2 child, which makes him 7-years-old, named Max H. He is a really great kid - he's outgoing, funny, smart, athletic, musical - pretty much the hard-ass Asian parent's dream-kid. Good thing for his hard-ass Asian mom. Who sends their second-grader to tutoring anyway? Answer is: Max's mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he has a presentation to work on and his topic was Chinese New Year. Max, being the little charmer that he is, is a top quality presenter. He was very good at keeping eye contact and had a lot to say. It was better than a lot of university presentations I had seen. Max was feeling a little nervous, so we decided to practise his presentation several times. We went over it about 8124 times and he even stayed for an extra half hour. At the end of the session, I praised him for doing such a great job with his presentation. Then he offered me this little gem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah! I have to do my presentation in French."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-1988858736656139790?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/1988858736656139790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-new-year-everyone-to-commemorate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/1988858736656139790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/1988858736656139790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-new-year-everyone-to-commemorate.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189286520049732637.post-4043311076759156520</id><published>2010-02-12T19:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:31:05.971-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alicia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E'/><title type='text'>Inaugural Post - Ode to Alicia</title><content type='html'>Alright, blogosphere - it's finally time to get this up and running! It's more than your typical &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kids_Say_the_Darndest_Things" target="_blank"&gt;Kids Say the Darndest Things&lt;/a&gt; stuff. That shit's too PG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by explaining the blog nomenclature. Seeing that this blog will be a collection of sayings, doings and happenings-to of kids, I thought it was only appropriate to name it after one of our to-be favourites, Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Alicia's a Grade 5 girl, at this really fancy private school in downtown Toronto. She's got a big mouth and she knows it. Which makes her an easy target for the Grade 1  kids apparently... One day, they decided to steal her &lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/411WlRuS7kL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;DeLux Monkey hat&lt;/a&gt;. Alicia, being a lot bigger than the Grade 1 bullies, was able to catch the little ones without a hitch. The thing she didn't see coming was E throwing her &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really expensive&lt;/span&gt; hat into a puddle, while she was restraining him. She proceeded to shove him, let him know that her hat was really expensive and proclaim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GUYS, LITTLE KIDS ARE ASSHOLES!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's where that came from - visit soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189286520049732637-4043311076759156520?l=kidsareassholes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/feeds/4043311076759156520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/02/inaugural-post-ode-to-alicia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/4043311076759156520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189286520049732637/posts/default/4043311076759156520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsareassholes.blogspot.com/2010/02/inaugural-post-ode-to-alicia.html' title='Inaugural Post - Ode to Alicia'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326840062089823504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
