More Homework, Please

A man recently called his friend whose third-grade son attends Rogers. When the studious boy answered, the friend made small talk by asking if the boy had been doing a lot of homework. “No,” sighed the third grader, “They’re not preparing us for college.”

Pile o' Poo!

A pre-schooler is hanging around by herself in front of the school waiting for mom. I hear her say loudly to no one, “Boogaloo, Pile o’ Poo!” Then she skips into the building to find mama.

Her sixth-grade brother is just coming out and I ask if he heard what she said. He hadn’t, so I repeat it, “She said, ‘Boogaloo, Pile o’ Poo!’”

Her brother makes a rather pained look and replies, “She’s trying to say, ‘Parlez vous.’”