Sheena raises her hand. I call on her. "Mr. Rice, rembember how Moussa broke my tape measure?"
"Yes," I say, seeing where this is going.
"Well, he still didn't give me a dollar."
"What?" Moussa butts in.
"That dollar you owe me!"
"You've got to give me some time!" Moussa protests, rather Han-Solo-ish if you ask me.
"It's been a month!" Sheena says in exasperation
Elementary kids in Brooklyn say the dangedest things