Me: standing with arms behind my back, waiting sternly for class to line up quietly.
Small K at the front of the line: Miss, you should be a lawyer.
Me, raising an eyebrow: Why, because I've got the suit?
K: No, cause you act like a lawyer.
Me: And how's that?
K: You're...like, serious.
Me, trying not to laugh: ...
J, on the other line: But you're kinda funny too.
That same class later got into a debate about my age, when I was talking about Krakatoa. I said that most of the planet heard or felt the explosion, and one kid pipes up, "Did you hear it?"
I rounded on him and said, "It happened in the 1870s! [Oops, I was off by a decade. My bad. Also, read The Twenty-One Balloons if you haven't. Such a great book!]"
Me: You think I was around in the 1800s?!!
Him: No! You're like, 35.
And then, while I was still standing there at the front of the room looking at them trying not to roll my eyes and giggle while still straining to hear all the voices and opinions--they were totally debating with each other--like, no way! she's not in her thirties! I swear I heard the number 47 at one point. I think small K was saying I have to be in my mid twenties.
Oh man. I kind of like that stuff, even though I'm all stern and have to shush them from that off-topic talk.