I was a dumb ass little Kindergartner, and we were supposed to draw a picture of our favorite part in this one book our teacher read us and show it to the class. The book was about these kids who went on a bus around the city, doing different things, etc. We had about ten minutes to draw something we liked about the book, and then we showed the pictures to the class. Right when it was my turn, I stood up, showed my picture to the class, and said "I like the part when they were under the bus."
... I drew a picture of two kids laying down under a bus with sad faces on them. I was not paying attention at ALL to the story, and I could only think about buses, so I went ahead and killed two stick people with shock plastered on their faces. I was called to stay in at recess and draw a good picture, but I didn't pay attention to the book, so I had to "pull a card". After that I went outside and played.
Hooray.
