I Didnt Say Anything

Fourth-grader, Leander had his hands down his pants. Sitting on the rug, doing what people do but usually, in their sleep. His young teacher said, "“Leander, please put your hands in the air!” He said “I have to itch my junk.” I smiled when she told me this. “What did you say?” “I didn’t say anything. I don’t have junk, so I kept quiet.”