And now it's time for another installment of Those Little Bastards Say Some Fucked Up Shit.

JACOB: Can you go with me to the picnic tables?
ME: Why?
JACOB: My Game Boy's out there.
ME: What's it doing out there?
JACOB: I don't know. ... Taking a nap?

This morning the kids were conducting some sort of experiment involving styrofoam cups and I told them not to waste them. Then I told them about the ozone layer and how styrofoam, air conditioners, aerosol cans, and other things have put a hole in the ozone layer that will expose us to cancerous radiation. They freaked out. They ran inside and screamed to my fellow staff: "We're all gonna die because of the Ozark layer!" Then they spent the rest of the morning making posters encouraging recycling and other forms of environmental responsibility, some more relevant than others. There was the standard "Recycle!" and "Don't pollute!" Then one girl suggested, "Don't get drunk," and Jacob suggested "Don't walk in wet cement."

"I have to wear these goggles at a 45-degree angle, or they will leak. Will you make sure they're at a 45-degree angle?" � Willie, age 5

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