"Okay, kiddos," I called to my class the other day. "Time to pick up the room! T---, please put away the chess sets. P---, you do the markers." I turned away and braced myself for the inevitable.
"BUT I DIDN'T GET IT OOOOUUUUUUUTTTTT*!"
"I know, I know," I sighed, "But you're going to put it away. Because why class?"
In unison they responded, "Because we love our teacher and we don't want her to have an aneurysm before she's thirty."
"Exactly, loves. Exactly."
*Stretched to a minimum of three syllables.