I went to a very tiny church a few years ago and I was kind of the go-to substitute teacher on Sunday mornings. I had been teaching a 5th grade class full of boys for a while. It was fun and easy because if they started to whine I could just tell them to stop and get over it and they would.
One Sunday I was subbing for a kindergarten class and I forgot to switch gears from the 5th grade style, and I turned into a monster.
Me: Ok kids, it’s time to clean up. It’s almost time to go!
Kid: *In a fake, baby-talk voice* But I don’t want to clean up!
Me: *mimicking his tone* Aaw! Well that’s just too bad!
Kid: You sound like a baby.
Me: You’re acting like one.
Kid: *a surprised look on his face* Those are mean words…
Yes. Yes they are. I am a menace to all kindergartners. Hide your kids.