His Mistake

“And what was your mistake?” I asked a kid who gave the completely wrong answer while going over math homework in class.

“My mother helped me!” he bellowed, “And you’re right, we should do our homework ourselves!”

I grinned while the class roared, “So your mistake was your mother?”



This is the same kid who told me that every day he prays his bus will get a flat tire so he doesn’t have to come to school. I replied by saying that every day I hope he’s sick so I don’t have to see him. I said it while grinning ear-to-ear, and he completely got my sense of humor. He slapped his thigh and said, “I know, me too!”

Now he walks into class every morning, pouts, and says, “No flat tire.”

“Yep, and you’re not sick,” I end up replying.