Today, while I was teaching Art to Pre-K (as all good stories begin...) a sweet little girl walked up to me and told me she was sick. Discretely- yet thoroughly- I scan the room for any puddles of puke and ask, "What's wrong?"
With all signs of sincerity on her face: "Well... last night I had a heart attack."
She was totally serious. With my best poker face (because this girl was not kidding)
"Well then congratulations on your speedy recovery."
Apparently, it got pretty serious last night when her mom let her watch a Halloween cartoon. That cartoon scared her so much, it gave her a heart attack half to death; but she got better and came to school anyway.
That's a survivor.
