More Balls

I used to carry fireballs with me at all times.  The kids LOVED them, I mean L-O-V-E-D them.  Every kid called them fireballs; every kid but one.

Student (walking into my room for tutoring): May I have a red ball?

Me: What are you talking about?

Student: You know, your red balls.  I want one of your red balls.

Me: I don’t have red balls. (I inwardly groaned)

Student (blushing, can’t manage a word)

Other student (most critical tone): They are called fireballs.  Mrs. Crumpett is a lady, she don’t got no other kinda balls. 

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