Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Under there

I was out sick one day and a nun was the substitute in my classroom. While she was reading the children a story, one of the boys scooted forward and went under her long habit. When I returned to school and read the scathing note I called the boy over to my desk.

Teacher - I have a note that says you crawled under the teacher's dress yesterday.
Little boy - She wasn't a teacher.
Teacher - What was she?
Little boy - She was like that thing you put on a Christmas tree, but all in black.
Teacher - That does not explain why you looked up her dress.
As if it were clear to everyone but the teacher, he replied - Sometimes angels don't have legs.

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