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.