But
I know ordinary kids don't make other ordinary kids run away screaming in playgrounds.
Not exact matches
Readers of Al - Jumuah deal pretty ordinarily with the
ordinary vexations of family life in America: How to stay connected with your
kids, how to raise good
kids who
know the value of study and hard work, how to improve a marriage, all these from a Muslim perspective are explored, more or less in the same way they are examined in a Christian family magazine.
Parents
know that
kids don't need expensive toys to have fun and that one of the most beloved and often - used favorite plaything for
kids is an
ordinary cardboard box.
Some of these scenarios do indeed offer up a laugh or two — the incestuous option with Matt's adopted sister Krysta (Krysta Rodriguez) is probably the best The Virginity Hit serves up for our consumption (mostly thanks to Krysta; she is the most likable)-- most, however, are just opportunities for the guys to seemingly adlib and act out gross - outs that
no ordinary kid,
no matter how clued - in (or clued - out for that matter), would utter or do.
That would be the otherwise tediously
ordinary Jake Lawson (Gerard Butler), who headed the international team that designed the satellite system, popularly
known as Dutchboy (after the fable about the
kid who plugs a hole in a dike with his finger).
Other oddities: how Jackson sets up each segment in a very overdramatic way, how the other commenting celebrities appear in a moving parchment of sorts, how some of the questions are either
no - brainers or a stretch in relating to the movie, how the
ordinary kids are strangely posed and filmed, and how the whole thing is both bordered by oak and letterboxed.
«I
knew I'd never be an
ordinary kid.»
«Especially for achievement gap
kids, I don't
know of any charter schools like a KIPP [Knowledge is Power Program] or a Roxbury Prep that are running on today's
ordinary schedule.»
Ordinary I know I'm not an ordinary ten - year -
Ordinary I
know I'm not an
ordinary ten - year -
ordinary ten - year - old
kid.
His story resumes in the autumn of 2000, when his trade as a realtor on the Jersey Shore is thriving, permitting him to revel in the acceptance of «that long, stretching - out time when my dreams would have mystery like any
ordinary person's; when whatever I do or say, who I marry, how my
kids turn out, becomes what the world — if it makes note at all —
knows of me, how I'm seen, understood, even how I think of myself before whatever there is that's wild and unassuagable rises and cheerlessly hauls me off to oblivion.»