I was reviewing bar graphs with my 7th grade girls. (This was a while back.) I had them conduct a survey—who was their favorite musician?—and construct a graph of the responses. Lil Wayne, the hometown hero, took it by a landslide.*
I announced the results, "And Little Wayne is the winner!"
One of my cheekier gals called me out, "Ha, he said 'Little Wayne'."
I corrected myself, "Excuse me, Lil Wayne," and added jokingly, "Please forgive my whiteness."
She responded, either quite seriously or in a supremely cheeky deadpan (it was impossible to tell, though I suspect the latter), "You're forgiven."
Much obliged. I'm glad we worked that out.
* Until, after asking, "Are we counting bounce?", they near-unanimously changed their answers to Sissy Nobby. (Do follow that link. Don't do it at work if your boss isn't enthusiastic about particularly lively forms of booty-natin'.) Are we all up to speed on the sissy rap phenomenon? Let's make it so—a refreshing reminder of what a weird and eternally surprising place this world is. (And yes, I am taking my sweetheart to this Valentine's Day's Sissy Bounce Sweetheart's Ball.)