I love supervising fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth graders at my daughters' school over my lunch hour. The students are a laugh a minute!
Today, one of them, I'll call him Trogdor, comes up to me and tattles on a friend. "He smacked me up side my head," Trogdor complained. I looked at him and responded. "Did you do something to him that you knew would get you smacked in the head?" Silence is golden!
A few minutes later this girl, I'll call her Dora, walks up behind me and grabs my right leg. "What are you doing?" I ask. Dora responds, "I'm feeling your calf." I'm the silent one this time.
Wonder what tomorrow will bring?