Little Billy in the Study with the Lead Pipe...

My good friend, Jessye, is a grade-school teacher. She's one of those otherworldly people who's always sweet, even-handed, pro-underdog, and unbelievably calm. If she weren't so incredibly genuine, you'd never buy it. It's a good thing she's such a cool customer, too, for Jessye once faced down one of the world's shortest super-villains...and won.

When she's not sussing out illegal porn-surfing in the grade school computer lab [and managing not to bang her own head against the wall when the perp exclaims in wide-eyed surprise, "How did THAT get there?"], Jess helps run a summer camp. One day, two of her campers started some snack-time scrapping and when she went to break it up, the smaller boy explained, "Billy poisoned me!" Now, knowing that school violence is no laughing matter, Jess decided not to smirk and looked to the accused (in my brain, he's a tiny little thing wearing a propeller beanie and licking a lollipop with a skull and crossbones on it). He copped to it, explaining that he simply offered his pal a cookie...and the minute he sank his teeth in, pointed and cried, "AH-HA! I've poisoned you!"

I don't know what I would've done in this situation. Certainly in the days of Columbine and Virginia Tech, you don't want to be the insensitive jerk who brushes it off, but I fear I wouldn't have shown half of Jess' composure: carefully taking each child aside, talking about why poisoned Oreos aren't comic genius and, then, having the "victim" checked out at the hospital. I mean, I guess I would've done these things but I would've HAD to add another step. Confronting the Lilliputian Lex Luthor and demanding to know WHY he'd decided to joke about poisoning someone. Poison. In the days of automatic weapon-soaked video games, this child chose to make an inappropriate joke about arsenic. Who does he think he is? Snidley Whiplash?!?! When other kids are reading" Worlds of WarCraft" cheat guides, is this kid thumbing through his dog-eared Agatha Christie collection? "I poisoned you?" This kid is old school...any day, now, I expect him to show up at camp in a top hat, twisting his pencil-thin moustache.

Jess, keep us posted...and hire a taster.