Scene: I'm running late (if you know me, this isn't a shocker to you) and rushing into my classroom. I'm greeted by my cherubs almost in hysterics.
Me: "Good morning guys! What's going on?"
Student 1&2, at the same time: "THERE'S A RAT IN THE ROOM! THERE'S A RAT IN THE ROOM!"
Me: "Oh. Well he's probably cold."
Student 3: "Cold?! That's gross!"
Student 1: "Yeah, there shouldn't be a rat in here."
Student 2: "Well then stop leaving food in your bag."
Me: "Did we name him yet?"
Student 1: "Uh no. We ain't gonna name him. He shouldn't be here."
Student 4: "YEAH! HOW ARE WE GOING TO GET HIM OUT?"
Me, trying to not think about how this situation will ultimately end for the rat: "WE aren't going to do anything."
Student 4: "What do you mean we aren't going to do anything?"
Student 3: "You want us to sit in here, right?"
Student 4: "WE CAN'T SIT IN HERE. THE RAT PROBABLY HAS AIDS. I DON'T WANT AIDS."