We were in the school office earlier today and the interim principal, who is a stitch walked in. She was carrying what appeared to be (or have been) a red broom handle. It was about 1.5-2 feet long and broken off with a 6-8 inch long point on it. Without preamble, she starts talking at us...
Miss, why can't I have this?
I'm not doing anything with it.
(Starts swinging it up and down by her side)
Why you don't want me to have anything?
You're just trying to get me into trouble.
You're going to give it back, right?
This went on for quite some time and I truly wish I remember all the things she said. I was laughing so hard I was crying and had a stitch in my side and was having trouble breathing. I think we've all crossed the line from having a good sense of humor, to just being completely demented. But, boy oh, boy, were having a good time.
And, no, I'm not giving back your shiv.