Zachary Taylor Pooped himself to death

A little known fact is that Zachary Taylor, the 12th president, died of gastroentritis, which my daddy says is the same thing as saying he pooped himself to death.  Paul and I love to talk about Zachary Taylor.

Yesterday and today Mr. Smith has not been loud.  I was thinking he had been calm and he's hyper when he yells.  Yelling is hyper.  We were calm.  We were quieter than the fifth graders and Mr. Smith was outside and he could barely hear us.  We clapped.

We went to recess two times.  I went first and then a couple hours later we went to PE and we didn't do anything.  Another teacher, not Mrs. Hyde was there and we didn't do anything, we just had recess.

We learned about jobs today.  All jobs.  I learned about jobs about business of jobs like the tooth hospital, the hospital, and that's all I can remember.

Mama:  Did anything happen funny today?
Claire:  No.  The funniest thing was go to recess two times.  I already said that.
Mama:  Did you hear any new books?
Claire:  Yes.  Library Manners.  It was non-fiction. 
Mama:  Who did you sit next to at lunch?
Claire:  Lola sat next to me, but I got kind of tired of her sitting next to me every day and she keeps following me so I told her, "Lola, I'm getting kind of tired of you sitting next to me every day back to back to back to back."  I didn't say that.  I didn't say anything, just decided that she loves me and I love her and I'll stop having that business in my head.
Mama:  What did you in math?
Claire:  Mrs. Glazener wasn't there.  That's kind of funny.  I did shape math.
Mama:  Did you like your lunch?
Claire:  Yes.
Mama:  Tell me a joke.
Claire:  Lola lalalalalalala Penguin.