It has been many years since I had regular dealings with fifth graders.I had almost forgotten how much fun they can be. Yesterday I got to visit with a great grandson who is in fifth grade this year.
"I've got one for you. Ned pushes a silver car down the road and stops at a red hotel. He was mad. Why?"
"Here's another one. A man rides into town on Friday. Three days later, he leaves town on Friday. How did he do it?"