Day 262: I Don't Wanna Be a Chicken

And today sucked.

My school is literally in the middle of a field. Which is kinda a cool setting for a school, until allergy season rolls around. Half of the little kids in my school are coughing with runny noses and puffy eyes so big they can barely see. It's so sad!!! :(

But what's also sad is the fact that I'm suffering just as badly as they are!!! >_< *COMPLAIN!*

The only reason I got through my private lessons tonight was because of Mr. Nachoman. First, he'd gotten a new jump rope, and one that was bigger so that I could use it easier! :) I'd taught him the first week of the jump roping fad at school how to do a cross while jumping, and he had worked his butt off to do it half as well as me. A month later, and now he can do it backwards, frontwards, on one leg, etc. He wanted me to show him my moves again today, but I was tooooooo sick. I tried hard, but messed up every time, and finally his mom told him I couldn't breathe. He wouldn't take no for an answer, though, and told me he knew I could do it. When I finally did the cross without tripping, he cheered! :) Aww! <3

Then, at home, when he was changing out of his school clothes and asked me to sing him a song that he didn't know. I tried to sing "I Can Do Anything Better Than You Can," which is his class' song for the Summer Festival, and which we practiced on Tuesday for half an hour, but he wasn't having it. He wanted a new one. My head being so stuffy and full of allergy snot juice, it was way difficult to think of any... and the only one that came to me was...

"I don't wanna be a chicken.
I don't wanna be a duck.
So I shake my butt!
Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom."

Yep.

I sang it over and over again. And then started lacklusterly doing the dance, too. He seemed appeased by it, so I just kept going for a good five minutes while he got changed and went to the bathroom and stuff. When he came back, he was SINGING IT TO HIMSELF. WHAT THE HELL!!?! And with perfect pronounciation, to boot!

What happened next was a 35 minute "I don't wanna be a chicken" dance-off. I kid you not. He went and got dressed up in one of his mom's dresses (she had left us at home alone while she went grocery shopping, and when she came home, she was NOT amused - hahah, I tried to tell him - CRAP) and we made up a Flamenco dance to the song. Somehow. Don't ask me how. It was actually kinda good, though! HA!

At the end of it all, I asked if even even knew what the song meant. I thought he didn't hear my question, because he didn't say anything for a second. But, all of a sudden, he just sang the whole thing in Spanish - perfectly. It made him giggle, and it shocked the shit out me.

Why are 7 year olds so smart?!!

After our song and dance, we sat on the floor and just chatted. We'd never done anything like that before, and it was really cool. We had a 15 minute conversation about school and other things and I totally forgot that he wasn't just another native-English speaking kid. O_O Damn!