In which KILL ME WITH YOUR BRAINS

Because I’m on a bus right now with sixty seventh graders, heading to a museum in Chicago.

Seriously MAKE ME DIE

 

NOW NOW NOW

 

DO IT


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6 thoughts on “In which KILL ME WITH YOUR BRAINS

  1. Oh, I feel your pain. Many, many field trips have I suffered through. Mouthy kids, jumping on seats, excited little ones who won’t listen and run off from the group. Lately I sat next to a soft-spoken five-year-old girl on an old-timey train ride for 40 minutes. I could barely understand a word she said and she WOULDN’T stop talking. The only time I actually got a real conversation was when I began to talk about the lake we lived on back home. “What lake?” she says. “Oh, you know, the huge body of water known as Lake Huron that sits conveniently next to our town of Harbor BEACH!”

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  2. Scott's avatar Scott

    I assuming you are looking for the quick and painless option? I’m thinking sniper.
    I’m banking on a blog post about this phenomenal trip, if you survive.

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