That's the newest code word around here for when a student thinks she's in trouble and is trying to get out of it. I got it this morning from one of my girls after she rolled up a sheet of clay into a ball and then found out I wanted to cut it into strips. While helping some other students, I heard little Sharon say "Teacher, uh-oh!" and turned around to see her holding the clay up sheepishly.
Not that I would have punished her for so minor a transgression. But even if I had been angry, that little interjection had me laughing so hysterically I couldn't possibly have yelled at anyone right then. The other kids laughed too, though I couldn't tell if it was at me or at Sharon.
"Teacher, uh-oh!"
I love my kids.
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