Sometimes, in the craziness of a school day and the inability of many children to enunciate with any degree of accuracy, I find myself answering the wrong questions.
Today, I had half a dozen little boys asking me for World Record books (of course they were all checked out because, hi, those are my highest circulating materials (much to my dismay)).
A few minutes later, one of the boys got into a little argument with a girl from the class and I came over to settle things.
The little girl said loudly, “He says World Records are real!”
I instantly and emphatically said, “They are real.” (I thought to myself, kids are so weird).
The little boy looked triumphant and said, “I TOLD you werewolves were real.”
Oh. Um, sorry.