Kid's Workshop

We taught the 10-12 year old workshop today. The most difficult child in the class was a tiny little runt named Blake who wouldn’t listen and had too big of a vocabulary and informed us when things were boring or when another kid made a boring choice, i.e. that the name “Bob” was, ahem, “you shoulda said HAROLD” and refused to play the improv games in a simple way. In other words, he will probably grow up to be exactly like all of us. His question was “how old do you have to be to start doing this?” And when they asked us how old we were and I said “15,” he said “well, you made a nice little business for yourself” which is classic because this child is 10. Maybe. Also, they believed that I was 15, which is hilarious, and it made them lose their minds and say “DO YOU HAVE A LICENSE!” and then a counselor said “she’s not 15” and I said “that’s true, I’m 12” and this killed them and made them say “you’re lying!!!” I said “it is rude to ask a woman her age” and then a girl in the back, who acted out “guilty” during a game earlier, said “that’s true. And you’re NEVER supposed to ask a woman how much she weighs.” A girl with braces said “please, please, I need to know. I need a straight answer. Are you older than Derek?” and another kid goes “you’re 20! You’re 20!”

Some other question highlights: “Can you rhyme the word silver?” Then they all lost their minds about words you can’t rhyme like “ORANGE! YOU CAN’T RHYME ORANGE!!!” I told them to practice rhyming in their head things like “Jim” or “pen” and a kid raised his hand and said “JIM AND PEN DON’T RHYME!” which was classic also.