I was tortured all day today as the smell of turkey and pumpkin pies wafted from the kitchen area into my office at school. A couple of the classes were preparing for a grand meal on Friday. One teacher, Martha, led her class into the kitchen to look at the turkey roasting. Now, mind you, this was the same class in which the boys were re-enacting shooting each other (and me) with arrows while wearing rudimentary construction paper Native American headdresses. Then I hear:
Martha: There's the turkey!
Boy: You shoot it?
Martha: Did I shoot it? No!
Boy: You have gun, you shoot it!
Martha: No, I do NOT have a gun. I got the turkey at Safeway!
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