The other day, two boys in my room argued over whether something was ‘raisin sharp’ or not. The other one said, “It’s razor sharp”, but the first guy was sticking to his guns. I mean, his raisins.
A fellow teacher then shared the story about her daughter, who has several summer dresses with spaghetti straps. Now, though, she asks for a ‘noodle sleeve’ dress. And that, my friends, is what they shall be called henceforth.