I went to the school meeting. It was necessary to sign a collective paper about some bla bla bla. I looked at the sheet with the list of classes, and did not know which line to sign.

I call the child.

Larry, I have a serious question. In what class are you studying?
and Maaaam!
Well, say it quickly, there are parallel mothers looking badly anymore.
Are you mocking? In the eighth!
So I know! The letter of the class, or where I thought you were studying, is already signed.
and mmm. The eighth "A"
Well then it is okay. There is empty yet. And stop roasting, they’re already pointing my finger at me.