In one of my classes, I have the dreamiest little 4-year-old on the face of this earth. His name is Jacopo, he speaks with a very obvious Italian accent, wears the sweetest outfits, and begins most statements with a, "Do you know something?..."
This week's theme at school was dental hygiene so I taught a lesson on brushing your teeth and made them learn the Spanish words for teeth, toothbrush, and toothpaste.
Me: "...and in Spanish toothpaste is pasta."
Jacopo: "Do you know something? Pasta?? That is like pssghetti! In Italy we love to EAT pasta! I am from Pisa, but not the kind you eat. The kind you live in. Did you know that Miss Kathy? You can live in Pisa?"
Do you know something? It sounds like I need to move to Pisa. To live there, not to eat it. And to find myself a stud. Just like Jacopo.
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