This morning I experienced a slight malfunction with my cup and ended up getting splattered by coffee covered whipped cream.
My darling students laughed with me except for one who was oh so helpful.
“Miss, you still got white stuff on your shirt.”
“On the back (pointing), there!”
“No I don’t,” I said after furiously looking. “There’s nothing there dude.”
“Oh,” he said without blinking an eye, “I must’ve gotten it confused with your skin.”