Teaching with Scissors

Kids crack me up.
It's probably why I enjoy sixth graders so much.

Tonight, it was my own kids that made me laugh.

We were sitting at the dinner table at 9:30.
Yes, 9:30.
The life of a traveling baseball family.
Anyway, Jack called me dude.

Me: Dude? Seriously. You just called me dude? That's Mom to you.

Jack and Julia laughed uncontrollably.

Me: You know what I do at school when kids call me dude?
Jack: Throw your shoe at them?
Me: You know, Jack, I really don't throw my shoe at kids. It's just a joke...a class thing. I've never thrown my shoe and never will. I do throw other things at them to get their attention though.
Jack: Like what? Scissors?

Yeah - scissors.
Scissors are my next choice after shoes.

Me: Scissors? Seriously? (Julia is laughing hysterically in the background.)
Jack: Well yeah. They'd stick and then the kids would know you mean business. A shoe would just hit them and bounce away.

The kid does have a point.