Names shall remain anonymous to protect the innocent :)
Second grade girl: Mrs. Licona, how old are you?
Me: How old do you think I am?
Girl: Maybe about 55. Or 56.
Fifth grade boy: Geez, Mrs. Licona, you are looking better than ever! (while sheepishly side-hugging me)
Third grade girl: I think that ______ farted. Really.
Me: Well, it happens sometimes, so let's just ignore it and move on.
Girl: I can't. I think it blew a whole in your carpet. And it stinks.
P.S. Happy happy happy happy 3rd birthday to Molly!