turtle

i'm no artist. i don't claim to be. but it did sting a little when matteo said:

"i think you should draw another turtle. and this time, give him feet instead of wheels."

smell

matteo was very enthusiastically telling etienne a story, to which etienne was listening attentively. when matteo was done, etienne excitedly turned to me, ready to share some fascinating tidbit from the story...

"matteo smells like batteries."

...or not.

conspiracy

while discussing barbarian tribes of the middle ages:

sebastian: so are the huns the most evil?

gad: no, the fbi is.

new

sara was changing her chair with the one at the empty desk next to her.

"sara, is there something wrong with your chair?" i asked her.

"no. but this one is fresher."

potato, potahto

etienne: my friend used to come here, but now he goes to prison school.

matteo (to me): he means juvy, right?