It was a usual day at the clubhouse - Science club, Drama Club, Dodge ball, and a wedding.
Perennially annoying 4th grader Nathan was scheduled to marry a life-size paper bride created by fellow 4th grader Jenna in the art room. The wedding was beautiful and went off without a hitch underneath the fluorescent lights of the paint-splattered, crayon-marred art room. Her dress was awash in chunks of glitter that adorned everything but the dress at the close of the day.
Sadly, it wasn't long before the marriage fell apart (and how could it last - Nathan wasn't so good a listener - which is what she really needed.) And a divorce needed to be officiated.
Jobs were doled out - people were shouting across the room "I'm the judge!" "I'm the lawyer!" "I'm the other lawyer!" "I'm the jury!" "I'm this/I'm that!"
Raul Juarez, a chubby, soft spoken second grader, stood in the midst of it, awaiting his chance for glory. And it came. Once the cries started to die down and everyone had their respective jobs, Raul shot his arms into the air and declared with gusto:
"And I'M the MEXICAN!"
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OMG you weren't teaching GAY MARRIAGE at the club house, where you? That would require a permission slip, right? Thank GOD for Prop 8 to protect our children from those scary gay marriages!
Oh, but PLEASE get some gays in there to help that poor girl with her dress. And, glitter? Oh, no no...
I feel like saying this everyday I get out of bed....you go Raul.
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