“What’s a rubber?” the innocent (or so I thought) first grade girl inquired.
“What?” I asked back, while my inner panic alarms began to sound.
“A rubber. What’s a rubber? Aaron* wants one.”
My keen teacher hearing is now on full alert as I scan the art room, trying to locate Aaron. Ah, there he is…
Aaron is repeatedly questioning his classmates,“Does anyone have a rubber? I need a rubber.”
I relax, look back at the girl, and reply, “it’s an eraser. He’s looking for an eraser. That’s what they call them in Australia.”
I can see it now. This poor little girl is going to be sitting at her dinner table, and her parents are going to ask what she learned in school today. Of course, she’s excitedly going to tell them that she learned about rubbers in art class. I swear, these first graders will be the death of me this year.
*Names have been changed to protect the innocent Australian kid who doesn’t know any better.