i must talk to hear my own voice because the Lord knows these children don't listen to me.
after a very in-depth discussion about north america...our final continent...and an especially in depth analysis of why someone might say north america is the "melting pot" continent i hear:
b: ms. barnes, i don't get that melting pot thing.
me: we talked about it, remember? what do you remember?
b: i don't remember talking about that.
me: what don't you get?
b: well, i don't go around in no pots.
so i explained, again, the concept the of the melting pot and he says
like chicken noodle soup?