Suriel: I hate sensible people.
Mr. Stipp: Hmm, me too. Why do you hate them?
Suriel: Ya know, they're always getting their feelings hurt.
This next one's from home, not school.
My three year old, Eli, has the unfortunate combination of a scab on his knee, a speech impediment, and red-green color blindness.
Eli: Daddy, I gotta ouchy it huwts so bad. It's wight thewe on my knee. It's gween, gween, gween, or wed, wed, wed!
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