"Mr. Cummers' balls are flat and don't bounce very well."

After choking on my toast this morning, and debating a raid on the rum stocks downstairs, I asked my daughter to say that again. My starry-eyed daughter explained that she like to play four square with her friends during recess. Mr. Cummers (her teacher) has several rubber balls that need air and he hasn't had the chance to get the air pump from the gym teacher.

Cummers...What a name, eh? Do you think this kids had a hard time in grade school not to mention high school. Atleast the parents didn't name him Richard.