After a day at the corn maze and farm, the kids were a little punchy those last twenty minutes they sat in our classrooms waiting for dismissal. Everyone had a lovely little pie pumpkin, and some students occupied themselves with decorating theirs with markers. Once he had a silly face on his, one student turned his pumpkin to another's. "I'm so stupid I'm going to vote for Donald Trump," he had the pumpkin say.
"Hey now!" said the sixth grade counselor who happened to be standing by, "Tell your pumpkin that nobody's stupid here."
"Who are you going to vote for?" the student questioned her.
"I can't tell you," she said.
"Clinton," he shrugged.
"Teachers really are not allowed to tell you who we support in the election," I told him.
"Clinton," he said to me.
"Why do you think so?" I asked.
"Because you even look like her!" he answered. "You two could be sisters!"
"Hey now!" said the sixth grade counselor who happened to be standing by, "Tell your pumpkin that nobody's stupid here."
"Who are you going to vote for?" the student questioned her.
"I can't tell you," she said.
"Clinton," he shrugged.
"Teachers really are not allowed to tell you who we support in the election," I told him.
"Clinton," he said to me.
"Why do you think so?" I asked.
"Because you even look like her!" he answered. "You two could be sisters!"
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