That one time, you know, today?

One of my favorite Kevin-isms is when he says "the other day." To him, that really means one of two things. The other day as in more than three months ago. Or as in earlier today.

My rival Mikayla-ism? "That one time." And just so you're aware, all the "that one time's" in this post happened today. And for some reason they all made me smile.

That one time Kevin and I joked that we should create a made-up holiday called Ramadan. Or Ramen-dan, one of the two. And then I substitute taught in a 2nd grade classroom and was reminded that Ramadan is a muslim holiday that already exists.

That one time the guy in the truck in the Kneaders drive-thru in front of me seemed to be supes totes flirting with not only the girl next to him in the truck, but also the cashier...? And somehow the girls didn't mind?

That one time Dad told a Dave joke about how "another name for cinnamon rolls is synonym rolls" only hours after my students had used the exact same pun.

That one time a 7-year-old said I looked exactly like Luna Lovegood, and she totally made my day.

That one time I ate yogurt for breakfast and lunch and had no regrets because it's favorite (I had more for lunch than just yogurt, by the way. Don't worry. But it was definitely the highlight of the meal. Yogurt always is).

That one time I taught at a school where they believe in 3 recesses still and I just wanted to call up all my educator friends and shout hallelujah and tell them that what we've been studying all this time is right, kids really do learn better when they have more playtime!

That is all.

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