My first year in kindergarten I had a little boy in my class who was very bright, and very precocious. At the beginning of the year I give them all kindergarten screenings, and determine who knows their letters, letter sounds, and possibly some words.
Well, Jack whizzed through the letters/ letter sounds, etc. He was obviously far above the other students with his skill level, and anxious to move on to harder things.
I pulled out one of my phonics books, and showed him pictures while asking him to tell me the beginning sound of the picture. Things were going along nicely until we came to a picture of something bizarre, like an old fashioned phone or something.
He looked at it wide-eyed and then looked at me. “What the hell is THAT?”, he asked.
I looked at him, my eyes and mouth WIDE OPEN! “Did you say what I THINK you just said?”
“Yep.” He replied. And he sat there looking at me with his legs and arms crossed waiting for my reply.
“Well. Um. Let’s not say that again in school, okay?”
“Oh, all right. Next picture.”
Frankly, I think he was a plant as part of my kindergarten initiation. Worked well, I must say.