After recess on Friday I noticed two of my young ladies eyeing me suspiciously while their hands were fumbling in their pockets.
I know they love to find “treasures” on the playground, and one day recently I confiscated 14 large stones from the backpack of one of these innocent looking girls. The dragging it down the hall when buses were called was a fairly big clue that something was fishy in Denmark.
You can’t fool me twice.
“Maggie, what is in your pants pocket? Noffin? Well, let me see that noffin. Come on, show me what it is.”
“Worms? WORMS? You and your gorgeous little accomplice can go right back outside this minute and return them to their natural habitat.”
“No, Maggie, worms are NOT pets.”