You should really listen to this song in the background while you read this post. If you read slowly, the timing might work out perfectly!
Several weeks ago, I moved into my newly renovated classroom. I'm naturally disorganized, so I enlisted the help of some of my students during their study halls. Two girls unpacked all of my school supplies into drawers and carefully labelled the contents of each.
My classroom hammer (which fondly reminds me of my Grandma's philosophy that every kitchen needs a hammer) received a special place in its own drawer, labeled exuberantly, "HAMMER!"
Fast forward to a day last week. I'm on the side of the room with all of said drawers, bent down at a desk, helping a student. In my peripheral vision, I see movement toward the drawers. Michael is "sneaking" with an exaggerated tip-toe. I turn around. You never know what can happen.
I nearly miss it. My eyes pan back and forth, eventually finding the yellow sticky note next to the "HAMMER!" label. It now reads "HAMMER!" "TIME!"
My friend Nancy used to say that she never belly laughed as much when she wasn't teaching middle school. There is truth in this.