I am a 65 year old volunteer teacher's assistant at my church's daycare. On the end of the second week of the start of school, one nice 5 year old girl that I noticed was observing me for days finally approached me and said:
"I know how old you are! You are 30 years old."
With shock and surprise in my voice, I said, "Oh my goodness, my grand daughter just turned 30!"
The 5 year old then said, "Wow, that is something! You and your grand daughter are the same age!"
"I'm suffering dreadfully from insomnia. I've tried all sorts of remedies, but I can find nothing that will send me to sleep."
"Why don't your try talking to yourself?"
Teacher: "Walter, spell FROG."
Walter (rather frightened): "F-R, F-R..."
Then the boy sitting in back of him stuck him with a pin and Walter yelled, "Oh gee!"
Teacher: "Correct!"
Two lady school teachers from Brooklyn, spending their sabbatical year exploring western Canada, stopped at a small and old-fashioned hotel in Alberta recently.
One of the pair was inclined to be worrisome when traveling, and she couldn't rest until she had made a tour of the corridors to hunt out exits in case of fire. The first door she opened, unfortunately, turned out to be that of the public bath, occupied by an elderly gentleman taking a shower.
"Oh, excuse me!" the lady stammered, flustered. "I'm looking for the fire escape." Then she ran for it.
To her dismay, she hadn't got far along the corridor when she heard a shout behind her and, looking around, saw the gentleman, wearing only a towel, running after her.
"Where's the fire?!" he hollered.