Little Johnny Ruins the Lesson

A teacher once asked her class a simple question to get their brains working. She smiled and said she wanted them to name things that end with “-tor” and eat other things. Hands shot up immediately. The first little boy stood proudly and said, “Alligator.” The teacher nodded approvingly, telling him that was a very big word and a great answer. The class murmured, impressed, and the boy sat down feeling accomplished.

Another hand went up right away. The second boy spoke confidently and said, “Predator.” Once again, the teacher smiled and praised him, explaining that it was another excellent example and an even more advanced word. The lesson seemed to be going perfectly. The students were engaged, participating, and clearly enjoying the game. Then, from the back of the room, a familiar hand slowly rose into the air.

It was Little Johnny.

The teacher hesitated for a moment. She knew Johnny’s reputation. Every class had one child who could turn an innocent question into chaos, and Johnny was that child. Still, trying to be fair, she sighed and said, “Yes, Johnny. What’s your answer?” Johnny stood up straight, cleared his throat seriously, and said, “My mom.”

The room went silent. The teacher blinked, clearly confused, and asked him to explain himself. Johnny didn’t miss a beat. He looked her straight in the eyes and said, “She ends with ‘tor,’ and she eats everything in the house.” The classroom exploded into laughter. Desks shook, kids gasped for air, and even the teacher had to turn away to hide a smile.

The lesson was officially over. Little Johnny had once again proven that no matter how carefully you plan, there’s always someone ready to derail it in the most unforgettable way possible.