One has to come to an understanding at some point in one's career:  third-grade boys think flatulence is hilarious.  No discussion.  Today, a student was stealthily sneaking up behind classmates and passing very potent gas.  He would then walk to the other side of the room and wait for the inevitable reactions.

Group of unfortunate students:  EWWWWWW!   AGGHHHH!!  I'm gonna THROW UP!!!!  Mrs. B!  Wyeth is dropping bombs over here!

Wyeth:  Those aren't just bombs.  Those are NUCLEAR bombs!

Jason:  (unexpectedly walking into the fumes then falling on the floor and grabbing his throat)  AGGGHHH!!!   BLACKHAWK DOWN!  BLACKHAWK DOWN!!!!


Disclaimer:  I don't normally let things get this rowdy but we just finished two weeks of state-mandated accountability testing.  The kiddos deserved a little slack today.