One of my favorite students from last year called me over to his lunch table today. The rest, as they say, is history:
8th grade student: Mr. H, I'm gonna need you to pray for me.
Mr. H: Why is that?
8th grade student: Because I'm going out of the country this weekend.
Mr. H: Oh. Where are you going?
8th grade student: Atlanta...I'm going to a Brave's game.
Mr. H: (Breaks into laughter)