Quoting.

At 10:30 this morning, a cute-as-a-button 5th grader came in for an ice pack. I asked what he was doing hurting himself so early in the morning, and he replied cheerily, "The girls are always hitting me." 

The quote of the day, though, goes to a different cute-as-a-button 4th grader. He was waiting in my office to go home (due to "too many sneezes pushing out [his] boogers") and he asked how old I was:

Me: "How old do you think I am?"

Sneezy: "Forty." 

Me: "Close, I'm 27."

Sneezy: "What?! You're too young to be doing this!"