Happy Birthday to Me
My 5th graders started planning my "surprise" birthday party today.
I know this because 5th graders are spectacularly bad at planning "surprise" birthday parties.
You'll notice that I keep putting "surprise" in quotes. That's because they have the subtlety of a jackhammer and the covertness of....let's say the Stay-Puffed Marshamllow Man from Ghostbusters. (I dunno. He just doesn't seem like he'd be very covert.)
But, I'm playing along and acting all suspicious and in-the-dark. Despite J. yelling over to K. at the next table (WHILE they're supposed to be working on a social studies group project), "Hey K. what are you bringing for Miss K's party?!" (I told you), I still walked over and mock-suspiciously asked, "What's going on here?"
"Nothing," they said with their version of a straight face, by which I mean they were grinning like freakin' jack-o-lanters as they covered their "secret" papers.
"Okay, then," I slowly said, walking away, "as long as you're sure." At which point they would LITERALLY cackle with glee at they reveled in their sneakiness.
It's really pretty cute. But it's REALLY hard to act oblivious to a party being planned right under your nose.
(And no, I didn't TELL them to throw me a party--but they did see pictures of last year's wild 7th grade bash.)