One of the sweet darlings in my class approached me just before the bell this morning and said, “We have a new puppy at my house. Last night it chewed up my homework.”
I replied, “Sweety, that excuse was old when I was a kid. It doen’t work.”
She dove head first into her book bag and rummaged around. From the depths I heard, “My dad told me you would say that.” Out she came, hair slightly mussed, with a Ziploc baggy in her hand. Inside the baggy was her homework; mangled, twisted, perforated and soggy.
What do you know. The dog ate her homework.