The Last Turtle Story....

This is going to be my last, last, LAST turtle report, unless something else comes up.

I "teach" a weekly art class to 2-4 students, age 6-11. It's enriching and fulfilling every week, but I like it best when 4 are in attendance, only because there seems to be a bit more comaraderie amongst them. As we stick to a conversation, we stick to a project. There's usually a song-of-the-week also; it is inevitable that one of them will hum something and we'll all join in. Last night's song was "We Go Together" from Grease. Those that didn't know it had it stuck in their heads by the end of our hour.

ANYwayyyyyyyys, always determined to amuse, I told them that I'd eaten turtle since I saw them last. After the last session, in which we determined that Pig Snot was definitely inedible, they were fascinated with the turtle meal. Encouraged for details, I blindly yammered on, telling them that my cousin caught them, and hit them in the head with a hammer...

OMG! Complete cacophony, screaming, traumatized kids, noise noise, distress and angst, with Madi yelling "is that even legal?"

Uh-oh. Danger, danger!! Kids with nightmares and post-traumatic stress disorder, and pissed-off parents! I've said too much, I'm a crappy parent/teacher!!! I immediately resorted to backpedaling and recanting, and denying any hammer allegations! Well, the details were actually sketchy, I told them, but I did, yes eat turtle. I have no IDEA how it got from the crick to the plate!!

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.