One day little Tommy was walking with an older neighborhood kid named Billy Bob and he got curious.
“Billy Bob,” Tommy asked, “How come everyone calls you by your first name and your middle name instead of just Billy?”
“Well,” Billy Bob answered, “When I was little like you, I used to get in trouble a lot, and when I did my mom always called me by both names. I guess after a while, it just stuck.”
“Oh no!” Tommy cried. “I’d better straighten up then!”
“Why’s that?” Billy Bob asked.
“I don’t want to end up being called ‘you naughty kid’ for the rest of my life!”
While my third-grade class was completing a writing exercise, one of the students asked me how to spell "piranha."
I told him I was unsure. To my delight, he went to the dictionary to solve his problem.
That's when I overheard another pupil say to him, "Why bother to look it up? She doesn't know how to spell it anyway."
At my friends' wedding reception, the groom stood to say a few words. He turned to his bride's mother. "You've given me a gift," he began, "a gift that..."
Here he paused in thought, whereupon his mother-in-law completed the sentence, "That you can't return!"