Rice Balls and Sushi

Since we are studying community helpers right now, a grandfather came in to talk about his farm. He did a great job, and was super adorable. He started off by talking about favorite foods and where they come from, and where the grocery store gets them, etc. So he asked the kids, "What is your favorite food?" Well, most of my kids just copy each other, but you'll see where my little Asian child chimed in; the answers went something like this:
"Macaroni and cheese!"
"Pizza!"
"Macaroni and cheese!"
"Pizza!"
"Macaroni and cheese!"
"Macaroni and cheese!"
"Pizza!"
"Pizza!"
"Rice balls and sushi!"

How did my mom have me?

It's an innocent question, asked by any typical 5-year-old. They want to know where babies come from, right? Well, here's how it happened in my room.

"Mrs. Flynn! That brown girl just said 'sex!'" my new student yelled at me from across the room.

"First of all, we don't call other students 'that brown girl.' Please use her name. Second of all, stop yelling that across the room, and come to me." So she did.

"She said sex," she said (talking about my very special 7-year-old - my repeater who came in terribly behaved, but has since changed so so so much, and who I have a very special relationship with). Well I looked over at her, and she just looked at me, innocently, but with concern. Knowing that she did something wrong (she desperately wants to please me), but not quite knowing what. So I told her to come over to me, and tried to find out what happened.

"She [another student] just wanted to know how did her mom have her, so I told her from sex."

So that was the point where I had to explain to her that, while I know that she understands, some other kids don't know about that yet, so from now on, if another kid asks, just say that they came form their mommy's tummy. "Okay?"

"Okay." Just another day...