These two boys in one of my classes today goofed off while the two girls in their group did all the work. I called them out on it, and the one boy said his group was finished.
“Oh yeah?” I said. “Which news story did your group choose?”
“Pardon?”
I felt like I had him on the run. “Which news story? One or two?”
“Two,” he said, smiling.
I glanced at his uni-brow, and then looked him in the eye. “Who will you be in the news report?”
“The police officer.”
“What will you say when you get interviewed?” He had to turn to his buddy for help, so I kept talking. “The thief left his ID behind at the robbery. Where did he leave it?” The boy looked up at me, smiling and blinking his eyes. “Did he leave it on a table? On the couch?”
“On the floor?” the boy said.
“In what room?” I said, and a few students laughed. “In the kitchen? In a bedroom?”
“The toilet,” the boy said.
I stepped right into that, and I didn’t see it coming.
“Well played,” I said. I patted his shoulder. “You win.”
And then I walked away.