Primary school teachers are exceptionally brave souls, mostly because they never know which family secrets their students are about to broadcast to the entire room.
During a Friday afternoon English lesson, Miss Smith decided to wrap up the week with a quick vocabulary game. “Class,” she announced, “who can give me a word that ends in the letters ‘-TOR’ and describes something with a massive appetite for devouring things?”
A boy in the front row waved his hand enthusiastically. “Alligator!”
“Excellent, Tommy! A fierce carnivore,” Miss Smith beamed.
A girl in the back called out, “Predator!”
“Fantastic vocabulary, Sarah! Well done,” the teacher praised.
Then, Little Johnny raised his hand with a confident grin. “Vibrator, ma’am!”
The classroom went dead silent. Miss Smith’s face flushed a deep shade of crimson, but she desperately fought to maintain her professional composure. “Well, Johnny… that is certainly a real word, but it doesn’t actually eat or consume anything.”
Johnny shook his head vigorously, utterly unfazed.
“Oh, yes it does, Miss! My older sister has one in her nightstand, and she swears it eats batteries like there’s no tomorrow!”
