First grade cutie comes in with a leftover Valentine. "You can give it to your sister or brother". How nice. Next kid, also first grader, comes in and proceeds to pick up the Valentine from my desk, takes the tattoo out and looks for water to put it on his arm. Me: That's not yours. Him: Finders keepers, losers weepers. Me: It wasn't lost if it's mine and it's on my desk.

Him: I hate people.