So one time in third grade,

we had a subsitute teacher.
Who, was that type of person that was either pregnant
or just had a really big stomach.
And we didn't know which one. 
But, of course, us being little
eight year olds,
 we kept wanting to know.
And daring each other to ask her,
but none of us would.
So this one idiot kid in my class decided to ask her
if she was pregnant.
Her back was to us, writing on the chalkboard.
❝Are you pregnant?❞
the kid asks.
The subsitute teacher turned around
with an angry face
and said,
❝No.❞