A student was up at my desk, telling me about his father.
And then he added, "Or should I say, sperm donor," and blithely kept going with his story.
"Wait a minute," I interrupted. "WHAT did you say?"
"Sperm donor," he innocently repeated. "What?" he asked when he saw the look on my face. "Well, that's what my MOM calls him."
"Okay," I said. "But D., that's not really a word we use at school."
And then I turned my chair around so he wouldn't see my smirk.