Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Kids Can Be Funny Too

Kids Can Be Funny Too

It’s been awhile since we’ve had a laugh here at Knight Chills so I thought I’d share a couple of emails from the past.

Kids   Are   Quick

TEACHER:  Maria, go to the map and find North America.
MARIA:  Here it is.
TEACHER:  Correct.  Now class, who discovered America? 
CLASS: Maria.

TEACHER: John, why are you doing your math multiplication on the floor? 
JOHN: You told me to do it without using tables.

TEACHER: Glenn, how do you spell crocodile?
TEACHER:  No, that's wrong.
GLENN:  Maybe it is wrong, but you asked me how I spell it.

TEACHER:  Donald, what is the chemical formula for water?
TEACHER:  What are you talking about?
DONALD:  Yesterday you said it's H to O.

TEACHER:  Winnie, name one important thing we have today that we didn't have ten years ago.

TEACHER:  Glen, why do you always get so dirty?
GLEN:  Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground than you are.

TEACHER:  Millie, give me a sentence starting with I.
TEACHER:  No, Millie... Always say, I am.
MILLIE:  All right.  I am the ninth letter of the alphabet.

TEACHER:  George Washington not only chopped down his father's cherry tree, but also admitted it.  Now, Louie, do you know why his father didn't punish him?
LOUIS: Because George still had the axe in his hand.

(This kid is definitely a future horror writer).

TEACHER:  Now, Simon, tell me frankly, do you say prayers before eating?
SIMON:  No sir, I don't have to, my Mom is a good cook.

TEACHER:   Harold, what do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested? 
HAROLD: A teacher.

 Were you as bad as the next two kids? I was probably worse. 

A 6 year old and a 4 year old are upstairs in their bedroom.
"You know what?" says the 6 year old.  "I think it’s about time we started Cussing."

The 4 year old nods his head in approval.

The 6 year old continues "when we go downstairs for breakfast, I’m gonna say something with 'hell' and you say something with 'ass'."

The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm.
When the mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6 year old what he wants for breakfast, he replies, "Aw, hell, Mom, I guess I'll have some Cheerios."


He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up, and runs upstairs crying his eyes out, with his mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear with every step.
His mom locks him in his room and shouts, "You can stay there until I let you out!”

She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4 year old and asks with a stern voice, "And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?"

"I don't know,” he blubbers, “but you can bet your fat ass it won't be Cheerios!"

Keeping it light! Take care, friends. 

Brought to you by friends of Nomar Knight. 

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