anyway, true can't keep his mouth shut. he's all, "I know, I know"...waving his hand and begging out loud "pick me, pick me" it's funny to hear a screaming subconcious. the whole time i'm reading he's blurting out things. finally i had enough.
True, "I can spell my name, it's T-R-U-E-T-T"
Me, "Ms. Petty, did you hear that? true has tee tee in his name! giggle, giggle (used to be uncle dave's private joke)
Ms. Petty, "did you hear that, class? true has tee tee in his name"
The class erupts into laughter and giggles and mass kinder mayhem. dead pan serious true stares down his teacher and levels her with one sentence...
"So does Ms. Petty"
Touche, my boy. good war of the wits