Preface:
Me, teacher, sitting at my desk working on getting things ready for the day. No students have entered the room as of yet. Suddenly, one boy enters the room, noticeably out of breath as he huffs and puffs through the door. Me, choosing not to look up, as I think to myself: Really, already, ugh another day in the world of fourth graders... When as loud as fourth grade boy possible...
"Mrs. Reges my tongue fell out!!!!!"
As I almost spit my coffee out and swiftly lift my head up to see if blood was all over the place and if I needed to call an ambulance (while not thinking that the boy was able to say that exclamation without slurring or stuttering)
Annnnnd only to find the boy holding his tongue- yes he indeed WAS holding his tongue... from his shoe.
