At the end of the day, I was walking a line of kids to their bus. The last one in line happened to be one of mine.
Before he got on, he turned his big blue eyes on me, got a thoughtful expression, and said, “School just isn’t my thing.”
Then he leaned in closer.
“What is my thing?” He said, before I could even ask.
He leaned in even closer.
“Tacos. It’s tacos.”
Then he got on the bus.
The Tattooed Teacher 
Wisdom for the ages.
You can’t beat Tacos
That’s very true. I would say tacos are my thing, too.
As a teacher who saves anecdotes to tell to family members, I wish this happened to me. I’m glad it happened to you; one of the best I’ve heard in a while. Check out the picture book “Dragons Love Tacos”