mindless woman, mindless ramblings

This morning while on hall duty during homeroom, a group of my students, who were obviously in the middle of some sort of frantic debate, bombarded me with questions and had this discussion:

Group of discombobulated female students yelling questions at me simultaneously:

Girl A: Isn’t the baby you’re carrying for your friends going to come out mixed?
Girl B: Huh?
Girl C: What’s the baby you’re having going to come out looking like?
Girl D: No, it’s going to be Black, right?
Girl E: I am, like, SOOOOO con-fuh-yoozed!

With an overdramatic sigh of frustration and a haughty roll of the eyes, the one male student in the middle of the conversation said this:

Boy: (roll eyes, SIIIIIGGGHHH) NO, it’s like this – the doctor took the dad’s sperm and the mom’s egg and mixed them in a Petri dish and then stuck them in Mrs. B. So the baby can only be White.

Girls A-E: (silent, blank stares of perplexity)
Me: (listening and watching quietly with amusement) Boy: (Another theatrical sigh) Let’s put it this way – if you mix white milk and vanilla Quik mix, the milk is still gonna be white, even if you put it in a brown pitcher (referring to me with a flourish of his hands). You can only get brown milk if you mix white milk with Chocolate Quik mix.

Girls A-E: (light bulb effect, in unison) Ohhhhhhh!

Boy: (obviously proud of himself) How ‘bout that metaphorical speaking, Mrs. B?

At least I’ll never be able to say that they didn’t learn anything from me this year.