Don't make fun...

It was a normal Monday in the 8th grade today, them full of crazy, me full of let's-get-going-we-only-have-35-minutes-since-worship-ran-over energy (which always results in me talking fast and loud, which obviously doesn't help the crazy...). While being bombarded with questions about the review sheet and whines of "but I didn't understand the homework," I battled the urge to answer the loudest questions and made myself call on the girl with her hand raised. As I shushed the others, she asked her question and Single Kidney Boy decided he needed to add his two cents concerning what he thought about the question. Annoyed I shot him a look and said, "I didn't ask for comments from the peanut gallery."

At that the class started cracking up while he fixed me with a death stare...then I realized that I had inadvertently classified the smallest kid in the class as the "peanut gallery"...and then I couldn't help giggling myself. I am so bad at keeping a straight face when stuff like that happens...

Whoops.