We could speak of horrid evils, but instead, let's laugh at children.
I came around from the podium to sit on the front desk of my classroom. I was wearing sassy sandals today and one girl noticed my newly pedicured toes.
"Oooohh, Miss! Why don't you got no pichers on your toes?"
"Why don't they paint nothin but red on your toes?"
"Oh! Well, I guess I'm just not a picture on my toes kind of gal."
If I were, though, I think it might be something by Klimt.
Last period is when I have That Boy. I'll not attempt to describe him, I'll just let you figure it out.
me:"Oh!" I said, remembering their homework right after their grammar was
passed up, "you know what else I need?"
That Boy: "A pair of Manolos, Miss?"
puzzled me: "Um, no, your questions and response to the essay."
That Boy: "But you'd really like the shoes, right Miss?"