Yesterday when I opened my classroom door to take the kids to Music, I smelled something in the hallway.
Something not good.
And since I have a classroom full of boys (*read: smelly, farting, stinky boys), I said ...
"Phew ... I think I smell a pass-gas."
One of my students replied, "Well, I think I might feel one happening."
They are so honest.
I love my job.
* Compared to my classroom full of girls last year.