it-s-a-jumper syndrome

well, i'm naming it a syndrome here only because half of my class had this.

we're still learning about clothes (big sigh), with my handmade flashcards (duh!).

"okay, what's this?" holding a pair of trousers.

"pantalon!"

"yes, english?"

"pantaloon?"

"E!" i yelled at the blond kid who sat facing a telly (i dunno why and how) and was having loads of fun posing while seeing his reflection.

"quoi?"

i waved my flashcard, "what's this?"

"it's a jumper!"

...

"come, sit here, by the blackboard!" i wasn't impressed.

he kept doing n'importe quoi while i was asking my brighter girls.

"what's this, E?" holding up a skirt.

"it's a jumper!"

"time for lunch now!" their class teacher came knocking.

i always go with them into the corridor to help them put on their coats and wait till they're all lined up to go down for lunch.

"it's a jumper!" he told me, pointing at L's windbreaker.

"whatever, am not talking to you!"

"it's a jumper!" he was pointing at F's pretty woolly dress.

"E, arrete de dire 'it's a jumper!', c'est plus rigolo!" (stop saying that, it's not funny anymore!)

"mais si!" (yes it is!)

i didn't punish him...

i dunno why, maybe he's too pretty.

the pretty always get away with anything.