Balls

Today at lunch I had a three unflated red balls in my arms. They were sort of big balls, so my arms were full. I was taking them to the playground shed. Fifth grader Marcus kept trying to take one of them from my arms. So I started to say, "Marcus, stop yanking my..." I paused because it dawned on me what I was about to say and it could be misinterpreted. So instead I said, "Marcus, stop yanking my TOYS." Too late. Marcus started laughing uncontrollably, because he knew what I was going to say and he actually said it in a low voice. It was funny but it was also sad. The kids are growing up way too soon. Marcus is an interesting kid. Moral of this story...don't carry a bunch of balls in your arms. And stay away from Marcus.