Obvi.

I was telling my juniors about Senior English (they had their presentation on registration for classes last week) and they asked who, besides me, teaches it. I told them about the other teachers, including R, who I referred to as the tall dude next door, and that he's pretty cool and has a ridiculously cute baby. Then I told them how last week I was at R's house hanging out with Mrs. R, and I was sitting on the floor playing with The Baby, who was fascinated by my sparkly necklace and kept trying to eat it. One kid was really bothered by this.

Kid: So...you were just sitting on the floor?
Me: Yes?
Kid: That's weird.
Me: Why? I was playing with a baby. It's not like I could just put him on the kitchen table. That's dangerous.
Kid: You're a grown woman, you shouldn't be sitting on floors.

So I did the most obvious thing in the world. I stood up from my podium, talked to the middle of the front of the classroom, and sat down, cross legged, on the floor. The class cheered. Sometimes you never know what's going to make kids happy.

I immediately emailed this to both R and Mrs. R. Obviously.