Those are the words I heard from my principal last night. I made the foolish mistake of letting her know that there would be a clowning unit for my drama class, and that the kids would be throwing pies (read: whipped cream on a plate) at each other on Friday as part of their sketches.
Well, if I didn't just cause her a heart attack. I was told it would be a no go... because if I "teach them how to throw pies, I'm concerned they'll be doing it all the time."
That's right. I could have started a pie throwing epidemic.
Because kids have no idea how to throw pies at each other.
And if you give them knowledge, they'll just run out and do it.
And then there will be a tragic shortage of whipped cream in the world.
Oh God. What was I thinking? Truly, this would have been the undoing of us all.