Well, Hello Mr. Obvious

"Can't say shit in class, can't say shit in class, can't say shit in class." "Don't say shit in class, don't say shit in class, don't say shit in class." These were the two thoughts playing in my head during 3rd grade today. One of my pet peeves with children is their constant desire to state the obvious. If its raining they have to tell you it's raining, even if you have just walked in the building and are soaking wet and shaking out an umbrella. They can't stop theirselves. Today I was introducing the Arkansas Diamond Award List for this year. One of the books on the list is called "Chicken Little." First I had to hear about ten times that they had seen that movie. I tried very nicely to explain that the story is very old and there are several different versions of this story and yes I was also familiar with the movie, which was another version of the same story. I then made the mistake of picking that book to read. After I finished one student could not keep himself from blurting out "That books nothing like the movie!" Did I not explain that in explicit detail? All I could think was; "No shit,Sherlock" How badly I wanted to say that.