Growing up I always thought teacher institute days were like party days for teachers. Pizza, cake, slip and slides in the hallways, nothing but fun. Then I grew up and dated a teacher. Turns out that's not what happens at all.
I'm going off topic here, but your avatar reminded me of how I campaigned to have my sister name her new son Statler because she wanted something different. No luck though, Harrison won out.
Too funny! Slightly off topic - When I was younger I was obsessed with going to a bar. I didn't even know anything about alcohol... I think it was just this mysterious place that always seemed so exciting as adults on TV etc were always talking about going to a bar, or the fun things they did at a bar... so in my head I just equated it with this amazingly fun place that only adults can attend. When I was seven we moved from CA to OK due to my dad's job, and until our house was built his company put us up for the summer in a really nice hotel. This hotel had a really nice bar in the lobby and it just killed me that I couldn't go in there. I remember my mom laughing at me and asking me why I wanted to go in the bar so badly, and I think my response was the same as your nephew's, "I don't know, I just want to!" Then I grew up and very rarely ever go to a bar! Funny how things change when we grow up!
Guess the idea of going into a clear-glass enclosed little cubicle with a phone, shelf, hanging phone book (guess that's even out of date now! LOL), accordian folding door, and seat IS kinda weird.
The earliest ones I remember did, and they were WOOD!!
