Me and My Big Mouth

...or alternatively titled

Sara Never Learns

or

Reverse Psychology Failed Me

As our school's PTO Secretary/Teacher Rep, I thought nothing of volunteering to "Kiss a Pig" at our school's carnival on Friday. After all, it was going to be a vote and the teacher/staff member with the most votes would have to do the dirty deed.

"Not a problem Sara," I thought.

"Who is going to pick a 4th grade teacher when they can choose the principal? The phy ed teacher? The school psychologist?"

Right?

All way better choices than a boring old 4th grade teacher.

who may/may not have a reputation of playing practical jok

es, ruffling hair and standing on her desk

Just to lay the odds in my favor a bit more, I made sure to tell all my students on Friday how much I wanted to kiss that pig.

What fun would it be to vote for me who wants to kiss the pig, when you could vote for our principal, or school psychologist who would gag at the thought of kissing a pig? None!

Obviously, a smart student who wanted to hedge their bet, voting for the principal would be the way to go. (Apparently they listened as well to this as to when I give directions for a science lab.)

Reverse psychology is for the pigs.

My students thought it was the biggest oink ever to vote for me. Students voted by putting a precious carnival ticket-that could have been used for a fun game where you win a cheap prize that your mother throws out before you even leave the carnival- in a bucket. 1 ticket = 1 vote.

For the record, the pig was smelly, but squealed in delight when I puckered up to him. Highlight of his life, I am sure.

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And as a proud mommy (who rarely post pics of her kids on her blog cause her hubs doesn't like her too) I have to post a pic of Elijah at his Inventors Fair. Yes, I washed the kid and combed his hair before school started. What can I say? He's a boy.