One of my students just informed me, "You're not magic anymore. And you're not cool."
After six hours of pouring snow, the same child left his desk to stare out the window for five solid minutes. At the end of this time, he whirled around, slapped his hands to his cheeks, and screamed, "Dear God Jesus! It's finally snowing!"
During a refusal to come to his desk, he informed me that his imaginary friend wouldn't let him work. I asked him to tell his imaginary friend that his teacher needed him at his desk. He stared at me for a full minute -- so help me, unblinking -- and then said, "Uh, Miss Dooley? He's imaginary?"
Feeling quite foolish, I replied, "Well, that's why I need you to tell him for me. Because he can't hear me."
He sat down slowly, shaking his head in wonder. "He gots ears ..." he muttered under his breath.