he found his soul mate in the conga drum

I had a student today tell me that he is in love. No, not with me. (though how COULD you resist?) With my drum.

"Miss Olson, I am in love. With your conga. I fell in love. I think I found my soul mate. I love your conga."

Seriously. How could I make something like that kind of crazyness up? And the earnest little look on his face. However, this is the same 5th grader who asked me, "Why do you wear your hair back in a ponytail? I like it so much better when it is flowing freely around your beautiful face?"