Next time I think she will probably just stop and pound me one. Reminds me of when I was in 5th grade. I went to a Catholic School. My cousin and I were in the same class and brought our squirt guns. We would squirt each other when the Nun wasn't looking. Well as she was walking down the Isle, my cousin shot her in the side of the head with his quirt gun. She turned around , looked at this other kid and said "you rude little man, you spit on me" She then proceeded to knock him off his desk into the wall. Then she said I am calling your dad. My cousin and I just remained silent ... I wonder if that kid is still grounded 50 years later. So I guess other people get it also